Lost to the Flame - Prey for Nothing

Cold 2011, in the chill of the middle of March

Like a disaster waiting to happen, barely holding its charge

A blazing flame had ignited, revealing a hint of a grin

Disguised as a dying ember, beguiling me into a gin

The ember burns, she hungers for a source of fuel

Her power grows quickly, she’s hopping like a fool onto the floor

Then she expands to every wall

With scorching steps, her dreadful grace consumes it all

A mournful morning reduced my life to dust

Counting memories to the last

Stories, fabrics, papers, pictures, moments caught in a frame

All I was defined by — All I lost to the flame

I deserve this rude awakening, for letting down my guard

To see my home collapsing, a burning house of cards

A fire I thought that had died, a mistress that dances in awe

The non-metaphorical bash to the face that is my broken jaw

I see 30 years swirling down the drain

Notebooks I’ve written as a child, poems I’ve written as a man

You stop at nothing, impossible to quench

So hard to kill you, you sot belligerent wench

Playtime is over with this blistering deadly dame

All I was defined by — All is lost to the flame

As I sit in ashes, my hands are searching to find

Something I could hold on ot, a little peace of mind

Nothing lies beneath this blackened veil of cinder

Losing all I’m defined by through the gap between my fingers