I kindled nine hundred and ninety-nine midnight fires
Fuelled by my hopes and dreams
that it would illuminate my dark night sky.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine midnight fires died out in the desert of my heart
Drenched by tears of hopelessness
And this thousandth bonfire kindled itself
with star dust and moonlight
and nine hundred and ninety-nine surviving cinders
I smothered the fire out of fear
of attracting the same hurt and pain
that I had experienced nine hundred and ninety-nine times before.
I’ll lie down on this bed of ashes
Gazing at the night sky as dark as my heart
Until the fire of my life goes out.