BURNING

Consuming my soul is a flame
Burning, burning
Till I am nothing but a burning flame.
While the hand that lit me has long since gone,
I burn.
Frustrated with my burning,
Wanting to die out and not knowing how,
I burn.
Leaning towards the wind to be put off,
But just increasing in strength
I burn.
To what end I burn I do not know -
When it is to my benefit that I turn as cold as ice.
I pray to God to turn me into anything but this burning flame -
For with tears in my eyes and helplessly,
I burn.