Just a minuscule spark,
And that was all it took as I went up in flames.
My lungs filled with heavy smoke,
But I kept breathing you in.
I couldn’t stop,
No matter how hard I tried to put you out,
You filled every empty space.
There was nothing to do but give in.
Just as I did,
Right when I stood tall among the flames encasing my body,
There was nothing left.
No trees where I waited for you,
Only a collection of burns littering my collapsing body.
I’ve been trying to use more imagery in my poetry. Also, I think I have over-used the water/ocean analogy by now, so fire is pretty much as far from that as I can get.
What do you think? This feels a bit different from my usual poetry, and I think I’m liking it so far.