If desires are a flame,

Then I am a wildfire,

Scorching rational thoughts,

Hiding it from my path.

Starting from lightning,

Ending with ash and sparks,

Eating at my heart,

These feasting flames.

Roars and crackles fill the air,

And I feel like I’m losing my head,

It burns, it hurts, it bleeds,

With red and orange ablaze in my pleads-

In the heart, I beg for help,

Beg for my lust for things to go away,

Good things arrive to those who wait,

But a fire is never patient.

The fire continues to grow,

The more I sit and wait,

Pondering, pondering,

Without being doused with what I ache for,

With disaster left behind.