Self-Proclaimed Martyrdom

Like a child standing, gazing
At the verigated flames
As they lick their pyre-tongue,
Play their deadly pyre-games.

Inner-person smothered
Underneath the rosy blaze;
The mind at rest in ashes
With the eyes a distant glaze.

Awake, you inner-vagrant,
Recognize your living claim;
Life consists of so much more
Than just hiding in the flames.