Desolated Embers

There are several lights flickering

Dancing in the silent air across the room

I imagined myself consumed by them

feeling nothing

but that slight burn

the all around consumption

I imagined the pain and emptiness

I felt erased by the power

and possession of those flickering lights

I have not a lot of nerve that I wished I had

Instead I sit back and watch these flames

and my own sorrow ascend