*Currently untitled poem*

I was swinging

Hair flying

Laughing to myself

Memory running wild

Devil’s on the playground

Here to erase my woes

God turned his back on me

Now I live where the fires glow

Back and forth

My memory goes

I struggle to keep my eyes shut

I need to live where the fires glow

Let me stay in peaceful dream

Bottomless and salty

The pitt of the damned

Where the fires glow

Some voices, they urge me

Face your slave master

But the fires beg me

Cover your eyes for sanity

Devil, he holds me

Gently in his arms

God’s gone, sweet child

So stay here, where the fires glow

The fires

Avengers of my goodness and dignity

I’m safe nowhere

Where the fires don’t glow

Wanda S. Paryla Copyright 2016