My Fire

A stinging pain comes to me

every time I hear the need for these,

for they convey of it’s handcuffs

its bosom bleak, only if could be a guff

take a stride can you feel it beneath you?

it walks, it breathes with you, for you,

holds you, embraces all of you, eternity, for you are it

A mere look, beguiled

at its infuriating generosity

for in my eyes itself, it chastised

why mortals hold no ground

it supports us, not we

Nevertheless, with it’s infinite possibilities lays stretched like the vast inviting sea

these abhorrent atrocities man is enticed with

for now he thinks it is bliss

only if it would raise the drooping head

lying ahead would be death’s kiss

restoration of earth, nay

why deceive

it is what restoring broken blemished man’s offspring