There was fire, I got burnt

There was fire, I got burnt

I burnt my baby finger
Singed and blistered the flesh
The red heat of the fire
Branded my finger’s flesh.
Red ringing a white blister
The burning colour of pain
Proving burnt once again.

Left stuck in hot water
To clean up in pain
Why haven’t I learnt
To protect my skin from stains.
Cover up and avoid the heat
Only hold the frying pan
And don’t touch the hot seat
Or get a fire tan.

The pain always sets me back
Intense throbbing after the attack
A burning that lasts so long
Pumping my misery, my wrong.
Branded on my skin
Why don’t I ever learn
To stop the inevitable burn.