I Am the Fire

Lying wide awake at night

My mind keeps racing

Outpacing the setting sun

Hours slip through my hands

Not searching, just feeling

A pale moonlight

Traces contours of creatures

That slink through cold crisp night

And I think ...

I am the dirt

I am the grime

I am the lake in the summertime

I think ...

I am the ash

I am the fire

Burning out, all the while

The walls are

painted with shapeless shadows

From a charging mobile phone

Out the corner of my eye

I see the curtains blow

Did I just turn that TV off?

I pace the bedroom floor

The wolves may try to eat me

If I open the door