Fire! Fear! Fury!

The lick of the flames on the back of my hand

Is like a constant reminder of failure

I could have done something

Even the heavy breeze like twenty thousand butterflies

Beating their wings in a cacophony of flutters

Couldn't douse these flames, nor could it douse these feelings

Buried deep within my heart, soul, mind

Many years ago and it still seems like yesterday

I was young then, I am older now,

Should I have come in? Should I have ran?

Why am I still alive?

Fire! Fear! Fury!

They are all gone now, I must carry on the legacy

Yet I fear the fall of a thousand failings

And these flames will rise again