Born to burn
// poetry
Grim existence in a matchbox,
A Matchstick asserting itself through the herd,
Kept sparking itself relentless against the box,
Finding the cold complacent matches absurd.
Matchstick gone wild
Lucid memories kindling fire upon fire;
Some primitive minds downplayed the first spark,
Matchstick was aiming to devour, flaming higher.
They ferociously attempt to defile the matchstick,
Creative Matchstick sadistically dipped in water,
Learned this agonizing dark matchbox must be taught a lesson,
Becoming the sinister one-world agenda thwarter.
Dead matchsticks turned warm & jealous
Classic hypocrite synonymous to burning ice,
Attracting many jokers in vain cold flint striking flint,
Rotten dark clouds raining malicious advice.
All of us started off with wet cards dealt,
Equally drenched with bewildering extinguished sparks
Propensity to the path paved for warmth
I turned righteously indignant, while they turned jealous “Narcs”.
In their envy these rotten soldiers
Lit themselves on their hinds in confusion,
The matchstick with integrity set the matchbox ablaze and escaped,
Ironic, cataclysmic destruction that began with equal infusion.
