Monday 18 August 2008

Alone

Bright.

Tapers all around you.

A glowing fire-ball right above you.

You are blinded by the light,
hounded by the heat.

Suddenly,
A sharp wind.

Dark.

Petering out smoke.

Smell of melting wax,
cindering wood.

You now have only yourself for company.

2 comments:

Reine de mots said...

Very deep. Love your choice of words:)

Namitha said...

Thanks :)