Fiction Activity

Competition
Inklings
Textual submission

I sit beside the fire and think
As the world fades and shrinks
Away from me and my thoughts
Leaving behind feelings of distraught

The light of the fire dances
It flares and sparks me into a trance
The colors bright and glowing
Reminds me on times foregoing

In the dark of the night
The fire is my only light
Yet the warmth I feel it not
For the memories none I forgot