The fire was burning, brightly

And I was holding onto myself, tightly

There I sat in front of the fire

And to them I was just another liar

I would stare at the flames burning

It reminded me of those times that I spent yearning

And then the ashes would form as the flame slowly dies

In my ears all I could hear is his dying cries

As the fire becomes smaller

It becomes colder

The night becomes longer

And sky becomes darker

As the smell of smoke fills my inside

All my nightmares was pushed a side

There was no more fear of not dying

At least I could say that I was trying

Hey Guys, So I wrote a new poem!

Please comment what you think and tips ^^