This is my thoughts, thinking back to camping and how the fire looked and sounded.


The Hidden Pain Of Fire

The Hidden Pain Of Fire

I look into the darkness
Hearing sounds of unseen animals
I cringe by the fire but it too looks
as if it were a demon of the night.
Hands clawing into the night
A face twisted and turned inside out
with the pain of being held prisoner
Screams of anger and torment
crackle into my ears
My eyes lock on its
and I am drawn in
Wanting to join it, to help free it
The grayness of its spirit rises above me
carrying glowing pieces of its heart
I watch them blow away
Up into the air and closer to Heaven
than I will ever be allowed.
In the morning the flames will be dead
The demon held so tightly
will have been released
But I will still be here
trapped by my own logs
Held prisoner to an Earth
I do not desire
Waiting for the moment, the second
when my spirit will soar
and my heart will be taken with the wind
and maybe I will be allowed a little closer to Heaven




Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 05:36

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