I started fires just to Watch

How I grew

Alone,

Distant,

Accustomed to the distance.

My youth spent,

Passing time building a backbone

Of solitude.

I nailed into the dirt.

I bled for the fun of it.

I started fires just to watch.

Often I would walk miles

Into unknown woods,

Following the streams

Til’ a new meadow appeared,

Hitting pop flies to myself,

Learning the hard way

With no direction,

Only scolded once the fields burned,

Only harsh dark tones

When I barely returned.

I sought space.

I sought freedom.

Freedom from the place

Most call home.

There is no blame.

For years this gap has been placed.

The ignorant get hypnotized

By the snakes,

Then place their faith

In a black hole,

To be buried by complaints.