Singe

The thing about nerves

Is that they’re the embers of dreams. 

But sometimes you’re so entranced by the glow 

That you don’t realize you’re being burnt

Until it’s too late. 

And you desperately seek relief,

But putting out the fire

Has left you in the dark. 

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