Burning Faces Poem by Brian Hinckley

Burning faces
stare at me accusingly.
Burning faces
sear my soul with horrible accusations.

Blamed for all,
praised for none.
I stand alone,
ringed in flame.

Burning faces
shout obscenities to me.
Their words strike like cinders,
digging deep into me.

I curl up and weep,
not knowing where to turn.
I feel the flames draw near,
the burning faces gloating.

I wake up
from that hellish nightmare.
With sweat standing on my brow,
I dread the flame
and the faces of those that used to love me
that hide behind.