Cold Fire
©LR 08/29/01
A passion burns within me
But the flames, they are cold
They are devoid of warmth
All they know is the terrors they hold
Flames reach to the sky
Colored a deep ruby, blood-red
Orange, yellow, sapphire
They symbolize all that’s left unsaid
All the turmoil and confusion
The chaos swirling ‘round
They are silent yet are spoken for
By the flames rising from the ground
The fire roars, the fire screams
Whipped about in the howling winds
Forgiveness, repentance, they want to plead
Don’t hold me for my many sins
The horrors within the flames
Are not for others to see
They merely watch from the outside
Afraid of the fire that is a life to me
They fear putting in a hand
For the fire — it is hot
It would hurt to get involved
But it won’t because it’s not
The smoke twirls heavenward
It blocks the vision of those around
Cannot see, cannot hear, cannot speak
Not a soul makes a sound
The fire quietly licks at the ground
Brewing up a storm
I am inside and you are out
The slight string of connection has torn
What to do but stare from opposite sides
’Til the cold fire stops causing strife
But that won’t happen, because the cold fire —
It is my life.
And not until my life is gone
Will the flames cease to live
Nothing will stop them —
Not repentance, not acceptance, not to forgive.
Leiba
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