As I sit and stare into the darkness,
I think about what has become of me.
Where I am going,
Where I have been.
I gaze longingly,
Hoping for some light to cast upon my future.
To hint of what is to come.
Of what might be.
Even as I attempt to shut my eyes,
I find myself forcing them back open.
I plunge my fingers deep within my sockets,
Hoping to extinguish this burning flame of thought.
The further my fingers penetrated,
The more intense the flames became.
As I twist and prod,
The charcoals enraged the fire.
It seemed only suffocation could put the fire out.
But as I tried to do this,
The blanket caught flame.
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