Fire
Flames constantly emanate their heat
Forcing a hot-zone to surround them.
Beyond this mortals wait with
Outstretched limbs, conceiving the
Sporadic waves in their skin.
Alone, facing inwards, together
In fraternity’s circle. It soon
Begins to die down, to draw its
Zone closer, its friends nearer.
You, rooted still, helplessly feel
Colder and lonelier while it
Burns,
Enrages,
Chars them.
© Joseph Tradescent
Poems
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