Extinguished

When, like a fire, I am
Extinguished-- I will not be
The gentle flickering of a
Candle, put out by the
Light pinch of two callused
Fingers. I will not be
Choked off by lack of
Fuel; lack of substance.
I will not be covered by
Beds of dirt, or blown out
By the gentle gust of
The evening winds.
I will be an inferno;
That of which devours
Leaves & scorches cities.
What desires my
Soul doth possess- that
Though my life may
As brief as the glint of
Sun in the waking eye,
It will be of color so
Intense as to leave
The world ablaze with
Light; an impression on earth
That fails to wash away.

A memory that
Fails to be forgotten.