Burning faces
stare at me accusingly.
Burning faces
sear my soul with horrible accusations.
Blamed for all,
praised for none.
I stand alone,
ringed in flame.
Burning faces
shout obscenities to me.
Their words strike like cinders,
digging deep into me.
I curl up and weep,
not knowing where to turn.
I feel the flames draw near,
the burning faces gloating.
I wake up
from that hellish nightmare.
With sweat standing on my brow,
I dread the flame
and the faces of those that used to love me
that hide behind.
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