I Am The Fire

Just to add some context to this poem. I wrote it after a joint therapy session with my ex, where we aim to manage our communication together for co-parenting. At one point she mentioned that she’s gasoline and I’m fire. I spent the morning after whipping myself for how I lose myself at times…

My soul erupted long ago

In a cloud of ashen dust

There’s a crackling to the flames aglow

The scent of burning flesh provokes disgust

The days have passed me solemnly

Yet the embers always stayed

I guard this flame

So I know no shame

Of hurting someone else

But the fickle hand of irony

Reaches and caresses me

When the people doused in gasoline

Are the ones that touch me tenderly

Before this all comes to an end

Perhaps I will find

The waters that I need

This thirst grows only stronger

Living off of waters from the sea

The vultures circle up above

As I pass through life aflame

This loneliness


By a Universe ugly and so crass

Because every time

I cross a bridge

I burn it as I pass

For what a torturous fate

To live this life on fire

To watch yourself ignite the world

With the flames you once despised

Why am I so fucking oxidized?

I am the burn

I am the fire

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