A Moth to the Flame
I sit down and tie my boots
One lace tie, Two lace tie
My mailbox is once agian full
A constant reminder of the pain I caused
A reminder of the blood on my hands
I sigh and pile the mail into my bag
I go over and light the fire pit
I slowly let my pain burn away
Or I try to, I wish it were that easy
I pile more papers in, something catches my eye
A letter, crimson red?
I reach down before the words can burn
For words are drawn to flames like moths
I yelp, slightly burned by those words
Stomping out the flames, I take the letter,
Throwing out its burned package
I feel the fear arising, a scream in my throat
I want to scream, to shout, to vomit,
but all I do is stare
I stare at those words
I let them burn my soul
I can’t cry, for all my senses are gone
I run into the house and grab my bag
I feel unsteady, the bag is heavy
But not quite as heavy as my heart
I gather supplies I might need
A compass, dried meat, some twine
I wish the twine would piece me back together
I run outside, taking a moment before killing the fire
I breath in and out, taking in its power
Drenching the flames with water,
But keeping the ones in my soul
I run as fast as the earth will let me
I run past the trees, past the trunks
The trunks that lost themselves
Past the animals that run away for me
I reach the mountain and see the cave
Terror hits my ears, a scream, a childs scream
Rain starts to pour, the world morns me
My feet hit the pathway as fast as my lunges allow
The air gets thinner, but I can’t back down
Not now, not ever
My leg cramps, but I shuffle along
The continuing screams, my heart in my ears
I feel myself getting close,
One final scream, a shot in my heart
I see the corner, my heart in my throat
But when I go to tun it, I slip,
I grip the edge of the cliff with my life,
But what I see in that cave is not my child
It’s a women, smiling like the devil
She comes to me with three drawn words
“You deserve this”
My mind falls and my body will be next
She starts to push me off the edge
But I’m quicker than she is
I grab her wrist and fling her back
She grabs my back and I scream
I feel a knife but she lets go laughing
She falls with the same smile
I pull myself up with the rest of my strength
Laying there in the rain, blood pooring out
I think about my past
The people I killed for the king
The ruined lives of families, friends
I let myself be ruined
But I have to stop what’s coming, save my child
I force myself to my feet and run
I hobble along, cluching my side
Past the trees, wilting
Past the stumps, sobbing
Past no animals, for they all hide
I thought I could make it but
I feel the heat, and see the flame
I just couldn’t run fast enough
My home was ablaze, I choke on my tears
Though my guilt caught me early,
The people’s punishment was now
I felt myslef drown in fire
I thought I could stop it
But it was too late, I fell for the trap
Like a moth to the flame