Kaleidoscope of Fire

A kaleidoscope of flames kept on turning.

I tried to escape as the world was burning.

I asked for a tribute and got tribulation.

That day I accompanied you to the station.

The blaze burned me, but you were red-handed

because I never knew your intent to abandon.

There I was, just standing, failing to understand.

How could I be left there, with my ticket in hand?

My heart became weak like hair isolated to a strand.

Occluded to my emotions, I held onto words contrary to your desires.

Then I gathered the code talkers to try and decode the wires.

Prayed I was not too late. That the translators could decipher what transpired.

But the linguists only saw a flame extinguished, and my remains after the fire.