i stand in a burned and smoldering
40 acre field
a field of ruination by my own hand
i played with the matches carelessly
and brilliant beautiful flame of pale blue
flared into a conflagration that left me
scorched with regret and
solitary in this field of smoke
now all i see is what was before
what is gone and will be nevermore
was it real or imagined
or only a phantom
i lost the time to know
because i was careless
and now the only sensation i have
is that of the heart pounding in my chest
and the pulse surging through my veins
and so i am alive and maybe
given the time to nurture a field
and perhaps time to forgive myself for
burning this one