A small token - a match book
"Thank You" printed on the side
A single match is struck
Sparking - igniting the paper
Lighting the wick
You welcome the fire
You enjoy it
You delight to see it burn
You grow acustom to its presence
Being carefully to only light it at the right times
You burn it constanly
More and more each time
Now the fire has grown
Now consuming everything
Burning every corner of your life
There is no escaping these flames
You feed the fire with everything you can
It is never enough
The fire burns until you have nothing
But it began as something innocent
A small token with "Thank You" on the side
I invited it in
I struck the match
I allowed it to continue burning
This thing started out simple, small
Now it has consumed my thoughts, my action, my words, my heart
I can't stop it - its too late
Please pull me from the flames.
12/04/2002 1:48 PM
