I Have This fear -- a poem, out of standard

I Have This Fear

I have this fear, haunts me

like a recurring dream

Though no demons visit

still it comes from within.

Fear doesn't go away

It stays and warms, I glow

Started, then I ignite

Spontaneous, combust

I fear spontaneous

combustion, evil death

'Twill be the end of me

I'm ashes in my mind

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Photo and poem copyright , 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

I'm linked with Izadore Guyre in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Out of Standard - Fire from a Different Sun.
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/09/out-of-standard-fire-from-different-sun.html

Notes: 
  - The photo was taken by my son, Tim, who, as a Boatman, had just untied this ship from the dock five minutes before.  The ship, leaving the Houston Ship Channel with its cargo, struck an obstruction in the water, leaking gallons and gallons of flammable liquid.  Some how the liquid floating on top of the water caught fire.  Causes and damages are still under investigation.  No life was lost.
 - Spontaneous Combustion is the burning of a human for no apparent reason.  This was common in 18th and 19th Century literature (a list of some).   I have read Dickens' Bleak House and also some references from Twain.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spontaneous_human_combustion (more information than you probably want to know there).