fading pasture
Burning with desire
I hold onto the fire
which is looking dire
as I aspire to be
a campfire and not
let this situation spire
out of control.
There is no shame
in hugging a flame
as fame gets soaked
in blame and wishes
to not be tamed
by the same person
who lit it.
Fully covered in red
as I could’ve fled
but yet instead
decided I’d be glad
to end up dead
so go on ahead and
extinguish the fire.
Body like an oak,
hidden within the smoke
as if I were a bloke
who is fully broke
and did provoke
as I spoke up
for the poor.
vital jolt
tepid cairn
void crystal
