Enigma

Through ashes,
I venture,
through blood,
I rush.
Through torch,
I burn,
I seek for oil,
to keep me going.

I slowly simmer down,
so different races,
may walk freely.
Voices,
ones that were the quietest,
harmonize,
to the loudest.
That is,
until it was,
too late.

Blue fire,
lit across a matchstick.
When,
the time came,
to the end,
hopes,
dreams,
and self-confidence,
built from ground zero,
for several years,
annihilate,
within seconds.

Funny,
like weird,
how the longest things,
to arrive,
are the quickest,
to leave.