I had quite alot I needed to burn
Gathering sticks I built me a fire
This heart load of old memories
Each tossed, flames grew higher
I cried, they'd been there so long
Let it go or cling to nothingness
For every one that I'd thrown in
Not a one could have cared less
After awhile I had only a flame
And then barely even an ember
A dirty fire had cleaned me out
Of all I didn't want to remember
©S. Austin Vincoski
