Pour me a drink

Pour me a drink

It is hotter than hell

On the inside

Is it passion

Or rage

Adding fuel to the fire

Consuming me

What determines my perception

How great is the value

Placed on the easy lie of

Self deception

Nestled in my heart

Is a skeleton key

To open all of the locked

Fire doors

Denying free access

To a restless wind

Threatening

To sweep out all the corners

Stoking up the embers

Raising up a storm

Clouding my horizon

With doubt

When all I need

Is to ride it out

I am anchored firmly

The fire will subside

A Turner sunset

There will be a lull

In this strange anomaly

If I remain calm

On the outside

Whilst dampening down

The wildfire

With regular libation

And frequent episodes

Of mindful breathing

It will burn itself out

Then why this fear

Of intrusion

It stabs and jabs

Picking at scabs

Reopening wounds

Fanning the flames

Nagging the pain

Into life

Filling it with scare stories

Opening it up to scrutiny

When remembrance

Is too naked a flame

To be exposed

Without taking

Appropriate precautions

The space between

The inner and outer

Is tinder dry

Every breath taken

Highly inflammable

Do not antagonise

Me too greatly

I can still spit fire.