Self Destruction

The warmth begins to fade.
The light begins to dim.
This once vibrant flame,
Begins to dwindle into nothingness.
No fuel left to feed the hunger.
No one around to stoke the coals.
There is nothing that can save,
This weakened inferno.
As the winds of an oncoming storm kick up.
In the distance a shadow approaches,
And the sweet smell of moisture fills the air.
Drip by drip,
Little by little,
The ground begins to drink.
Praising the skies for the relief it brought.
Meanwhile,
The weak little fire begins to moan,
In agony,
As the last threads of life,
Are stripped away,
Without a single thing,
That it can do,
To evade the path of doom.
Suddenly all is quiet.
Acceptance begins to ring in the air.
The flame now realizes its dark end,
As a blanket of peace is laid over top.
“I have brought this on myself,”
The flame whispers.
“I am what I am,
And it has caused my own destruction.”