Clouds begin to creep
I can’t stop the seep.
The sludge and muck
Seizes me, I’m stuck.
My arms go first
Seized by shadow’s thirst.
Misery’s quite probable.
Now down to my legs,
Every inch it pegs.
Furious fire burns with a singe.
Invisibly impactful, I cringe.
Up my thighs, through my torso
Chewing, climbing, I’m now a morsel.
Now it strikes my heart.
Prying, prying, to tear it apart,
This black fire is not yet done.
It laughs, playing tricks in the hot sun.
It strikes my eyes and takes their joy
Just like a toddler stealing a toy,
It’s not really gone, but just beyond reach
I can’t catch it, no matter what they teach.