Second Degree Burn

I sat facing a fire in the desert
And reached out to the flame
I felt the burn and the pain
But decided to hold my hand still
And stare into that light

That pain still bites me,
Because when I look at my hand,
I see all that I used to be
I used to be potential
But as I sit in my chair now
And look at the walls
I see that I will have nothing
Anger can kill things.