Sleepy town and and insomniac I
Are no great friends
Struggle I against its weight
And yet
Deep beneath its sopor
I
am
Trapped
Forced into torpor
By
My
Lack
By my nature I am made
Of FIRE
But this place is too wet of
A blanket upon my face
And smothered
Smolder I
Be
Neath
The
Nave
Of
This
Nap
Town
Dragging from place to place
Hunting for life
Fire needs to breathe
I am
The spark
I have
The fuel
But search I for others
And the Oh, Too
That I need to blaze
Is this living?
I think that here I mere
Ly exist
And I must leave
Lest I go out completely
Or I burn
This
Blanket
Down