Failure
A fire once done doesn't unburn,
nothing can return at all.
I couldn't extinguish the inferno
and if wishing were water
it still wouldn't matter,
it couldn't exchange my now for another.
Even returning to the vulnerable spark
which introduced light to the dark,
I can't affect the progression rate,
the incineration is just too great.
Could I alter the fuel, change it's fate?
No, sadly it's all too late.
My life is grey ash and there's no one to blame
only the inexorable flame.
Ann Foxglove
Sun 18th Apr 2010 20:20
I just found this thanks to Graham's comment. It is a wonderful poem, subtle and powerful too. xx