I name it FLAME

going through the darkness,,

finding something that really passioning,,

keep running and don’t turning back,,

running,,

running,,

faster,,

faster,,

until u find that u’ll never be there,,

unless U make a fire,,

flaming under ur desire,,

going through the blankness,,

with the eyes shut and the ears hear nothing,,

walking inside the path and beyond the line which is black,,

screaming,,

yelling,,

rolling like a monster,,

rubbing like a gangster,,

Never though that u’ll ever back there,,

unLess U wanna Make another fire,,

RUnning inside of your FLAMing desire,,

This is for Thursday Poets Rally week 28,,

enjoy!