The Fire

I have a fire flickering deep inside of myself

Spitting embers indiscriminately

Onto those I love

And those I hate

Burning all it touches

 

Those that are true to me

Stay not only for the warmth

But also endure the burns

 

Sometimes I let the fire die down to ash

To see who’s still there

Even when the warmth is fading

And the fire is dead

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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