broken dreams
and sadness clear
with the flick of a lighter.
and it ignites a candle
the aroma of cherry blossom
destroys the death threats in my mind.
the light of the small flame
burns through my iris
up into the heart of my twisted forest
and its in flames
sleep deprived takes over
and the flame rests for the night
sparks of a pencil still stand
reminded of the flick of a lighter.
