My Flame ~

Flames are dancing within the blacks of my eyes, i feel the warmth across the thin skin that bears my cries. Do I dare to question the unforgivable nature of what holds me hostage to my mistakes of the past, will I be the one they choose or will my name fade from the cast. Wet blades of grass sit so calmly across the ground, not a movement, not a sound. Pressed down the weight against my chest, leave me be, let me rest. The last moments, the Erie stare, the calm elongated draw of the last breathe pulled from the body, who’s watching, do they care. Questions unanswered, laughs waiting to be free, what will be the talk in the moment, is it you, or is it me. A life for a life, the Journey sure was fun, call me when you get to this place we do not know, come tap me on the shoulder as I sit along this river bed, I have accepted, I will now reap the pain I have sowed.