a poem about fire

i started a fire. i thought it would be good. i never meant to burn anyone. i did not know i could. i knew that i was guilty. i saw the evidence. i started another fire out of expedience. it did not absolve me. it only made things worse. i made another fire but the damage was not reversed. i set fire to that fire and all the fire that i lit. and when they became an inferno, i walked into it