Sizzle

Born without sense,
so my parents said,
to never feel pain.

Growing older and scarred,
anger at feeling nothing,
showing others I did not care.

Scared of nothing,
in return, no others cared.
Risking more now as much as I dared,
jumping,
climbing,
running,
and still by body never let me know danger.

I will not grow old,
as I grow more, and more bold,
taking a bet at a bar of bravery,
thrusting my hand like steak,
into the hot flame,
hearing, smelling flesh cook,
all to win one-hundred dollars.

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