This night is filled with fire
fire in your eyes
eyes ablaze with fury
fury never lies
lies quietly in the shadows
shadows of the soul
soul wearied by a sleepless mind
mind matters have taken their toll.
Toll, a fare paid long ago
ago spent on a youth
youth consumed by contempt for now
now there's only room for truth.
Truth knows not of a future,
future is now within
within this moment is yours to choose
choose this fire as a spark to begin.
A poetry prompt from Poetic Bloomings. An attempt at loop poetry, where the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, and so on, with rhyme scheme abcb.