Fire

The dying relationship of two very different people and a third intervener.

Kept in a grate and fed on coal, 
it kept you warm but cost his soul. 
The crackle of flames became a roar 
as I led him to the forest floor. 
Some may get hurt as we run through 
but that's the price of old for new. 
So don't blame me because you got burnt; 
you play with fire, the pain is earnt.

Author's Note

One of the many poems I found in an old journal.

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Nicely done Elizabeth...yes we all get burnt once in a while...Thanks for posting.

~SyberRose

[The Nude Writer]

Very good piece! I love the image of the stove

[Dr. Wood ?]

very well put, the price is in the purchase