Dancing With Fire

27 of 31 OctPoWriMO

It’s late, but on time 🙂


Little Tommy had always been mentally afflicted
Twice he was arrested and then later committed
In a crowded institution that granted his release
Sent him out with a bottle of pills into society
Without any shelter to go or a place to call a home
He covered the dirty, beaten streets and aimlessly roamed
Then one day he saw sweet ruby lips in a radiant face
Infatuated, he stalked her for a week, craving a taste
At last, he stood quietly beside her sleeping, helpless form
How he had wanted for her to willingly give him more
Yet, she had refused to cater to his deep burning needs
Now it was time for reality, he’d force her do the deed
In the still of the night he listened to her steady breathing
His anger growing with each breath until he was seething
The girl that he simply adored had refused his advances
He broke in her place to evaluate and take his chances
When he saw the letters that she had wrote on the table
A tear dropped as he realized that he’d never be able
To court her loveliness, and so now he was conflicted
Striking the match in the night, fueling his second addiction
Engrossed watching her figure dance gracefully in the flame
Extinguishing as it reached his fingers, he called her name