FireA Poem by Elisa A super short poem -- especially by my standards. Fire Black beating hearts set all afire. The water comes blaring down, But it does not suffice.
"It's dead." I say; I do not care.
It still beats and bears weight. I must be alive. Twangs of pain Sharpened by spikes! That is the real fire...
Be careful -- When you feel that spark -- That I, myself, did ignite. © 2013 Elisa |
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