Burning.

I can feel your eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

I'm burning.

Nine hours.
All day long.

It burns.

Everywhere I go.
I see it, feel it.

There's a hole.
In my skull.
It's burning.

I can't work.
Or think straight.
I'm on fire.

Is there a reason
You are always
staring at me?

Reviews

[Casey]

very interesting. i use a lot of fire metaphors and similies in my poems. i can relate to the last stanza too. good job :)