Burned

Mistakes will be made.

A child knows not
the warnings that come.
The embers burn bright,
upon a slight graze.

But I have known.
Yet like a child,
I wrap my fingers 'round
and in its wake, blistered skin maps,
the lesson I'll never learn.

Reviews

[Esha]

I like this poem

[Hello, Goodbye]

It feels like a good idea wrapped and just awaiting to burst out. Its good content, but leaves us wanting more.

[Alicia™]

I like this poem, but I think an added stanza or two would make it better. You could emphasize on WHY you make/made those mistakes...