A Burning Poem by Kathryn Brookins

At the edge, I smell a fire burning,
in my soul a burning.
Turning thoughts go around and around,
my feelings make full circle back around.
I hear it, just a simple sound,
nothing alarmind, my heart is the sound
the night is quiet, quiet
my head is quiet.
the stars are full in light,
the moon is full in light.
time floats slow and undisturbed
I am undisturbed.
At the edge I smell a fire burning,
my blood is hot, my blood is burning.
tossing, tossing, in complete unrest,
my feeling in turmoil, my feelings unrest.
At the edge I smell a fire burning,
My world is burning.

By: Kathryn Brookins