Literature
Poem 11
Irrational flames that blaze,
Around you only they rise,
Then you throw gasoline on already uncontrolled flames,
And they grow to inferno.
A desire to see you gone,
A desire to see you vanish,
In my mind, I know Im wrong,
In my heart, I say Im right.
Control is lost, I must wait out the flames,
Wait till they temper, burn out on their own,
And when I meet you again,
Theyll arise.