A Mighty Fire

I burned the past in a mighty fire.

All my yesterdays, a smoky pall.

The reason for that pyre

Was anger, frustration and spite.



I burned the past in a mighty fire.

Watched as anger twisted and curled.

There were no goodbyes shared.

Nothingness was all I felt.



I burned the past in a mighty fire.

The past forever in that pyre.

Hoping frustration would retreat,

I stoked the fire with glee.



I burned the past in a mighty fire.

Years of spite forever gone.

Ah but I tell no happy truth.

These three will always be.