Out of time


I feel the flames
raging inside of me.
They flow from my fingertips
burning all I touch.
The world is spinning
faster and faster.
I lay on its surface
and grip it
trying to slow it down.
I run the other way
but it it relentless.
I pray to the rain to cool me.
The soft clouds to bring me shade.
The wind to give me air.
But I am burning
all the fuel of my time.
I feel the raging flames
inside of me.
And I am almost
out of time.