Let It

Closing in

From every corner

All the fire touches

Is consumed.

 

For if we cannot trust The Flame

Then whom?

 

If it is to come,

Let it.

Consume.

 

Feed it.

 

Throw it your mistakes,

Regrets,

Your chances untaken.

 

Give it your lost causes

And perhaps,

Just perhaps,

 

It may give us something in return.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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