Wildfires

A hole in my chest where
once passion burned.
I seek to stoke the embers,
yet restrain myself.
Dried leaves drift on the wind,
a wildfire threatens to burst out
Uncontrolled
burning
Consuming the hearth
it was to warm.

Mindless

Falling backwards,
regression in time.
failing attempts at thought
prove insubstantial.
As my mind slips from me
a nightmare unfolding.
I must continue
trying to remember
without a mind,
that fear only prolongs
suffering.