Burns To The Touch

Burns To The TouchMy hand is ablaze with a crimson glowI feel the heat but not the painIs this a curse or a gift bestowed?A sign of madness or a mark of gain?I hear a scream but it’s not my ownIt echoes in my ears like a distant stormIs this a plea or a defiant tone?A cry of fear or a call to transform?I see the flames but not the fireThey dance and flicker in the heavy airIs this a lie or a truth that’s dire?A trick of light or a power so rare?Unsure of what to make of thisI’m torn between awe and dreadIs this bliss or the eyes of an abyss?A beautiful blessing or a curse instead?