Life In Flames Poem by Brian Hinckley

The fire burns,
flames licking the rafters.
I stand in the inferno,
can of gasoline in my hand.

I lean into the flames,
lighting my cigarette off a picture frame.
A smile lights my face,
despite my fate.

I fueled the fire,
giving my last thoughts to you.
Watching our lives to burn to cinders,
I can only laugh.

You will come home,
despairing at your lost material possessions.
I will be laughing,
all the while the flames close in.