A Fire Out Of Your Control Or Is It? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Flames-jump, climb the staircases run by run
lick the walls that contain all your gathered contents
every bannister, every floor is now in flames
irreversible is the damage that comes wanton
like a wrecking-ball through the heart of it all.

Flames of lust, nothing tames controls the past
lays waste to create a new future;
one with no trepidation brings the house down
shakes your foundations, decisions, decisions
what-if-anything does-get saved from the flames?

How will it ever be put right again, doesn't smoke,
smoke damage, damage everything
better not to play with fire or heartache
better to ensure you make the right decisions first
make healthy choices so you don't get burned.

No good you jumping-out the top-floor window
hoping a stained mattress will break your fall
once these flames are lit they-can't be recalled
no good hiding in the basement ghosting it every day
pretending you didn't know anything-at-all don't-you-agree?