Flames

An internal fire burns for a dream out of reach,

The locked door stands tall and triumphant, it cannot be breached,

Its surface is marked by splinters and blood stains,

A silent confession of years of desolation and pain,

The untendered flames burns out of control,

I am wrapped in fog as black as coal,

Cinder littering every road,

Each step so blistering hot wherever I go.

(Heather M.)