This doesn't help my statement that I don't usually write poetry but I
did write a second poem. This is it.
Night Fires
I don't see why
with so much the same
we hurt each other
and kindle the flame.
Yell at each other
argue and fight
the fire crackles
and burns high in the night.
Focus on the bad
ignore the good
stoke the coals
pile on more wood.
Now violence and hate
bring the miseries of war
and the flames leap far higher
than ever before.
Just before dawn
we finally see our mistake
the molten devastation
that one spark can make.
But once we've extinguished the flames
put out this funeral pyre
the day's winds will rise again
and lift the smoke and ash of fire.
Since this is my poem I really would like it if you asked me before using it anywhere.
You can do that easily enough anyway since I have several ways to contact me back on
the main page.
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