A Singe of Fire (2025)

A singe of fire that slowly burned,

a heart once bright with dreams that turned.

The road ahead feels cold, unclear,

My light grows small with every year.

I had that fire, fierce and bright,

to take on life and win the fight.

But now I dread the days to come,

and all I feel is growing numb.

The girl I love with all my soul,

stands near and yet far beyond control.

So close my heart could almost break,

so far, she’ll never see my ache.

I dream one day she’ll turn to me,

and see the love I wish she’d see.

She’ll step closer, soft and slow,

and kiss me, just to let me know.

A prayer from an atheist’s chest

should count for something, I’d protest.

I pray for that one fleeting spark,

I hope she’ll come and light my dark.

But foolish dreams are what they are,

a hopeless, tragic falling star.

A lonely Romeo out of place,

a ghost that love refused to chase.

So here I sit with quiet pain,

watching love bloom, just not my name.

These thoughts, they circle, haunt, repeat,

a sad refrain I can’t delete.

My parents, yes, I love them much,

but even love has walls and such.

I don’t want to play alone anymore,

I just want someone to care. 

A lost soul in a world too bright,

a monster so ugly, unseen in sight,

I am a melange of problems and scars,

pour some of yours in and  I’ll soak them like tar.

These few rants I wrote in pain’s heat,

just wanting to make my heart repeat.

It’s gentle, timid, soft with fear,

writing’s the only way it speaks clear.

So let me end this on something good,

a wish that maybe, one day, I could.

The same way I hope my life might tell,

a story that finishes with something good.