The fire site
It has been years since they have burned
The cold smoking embers rekindled by a spark
I have tried desperately to keep the flame from being fanned
My own desire for warmth is overwhelming.
Fear has risen in me, what if the fire gets out of control
For twenty years only one person has stoked the fire
It was left abandoned and died
New foot prints are around the fire site.
The smoke is getting thicker
Where there is smoke there is fire
Desperately I try and douse the flame
It still burns
What do the coming nights hold
Will there be light and warmth again?
It is as inviting as it is uninviting
The torture remains.
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