Will of Fire

The storm was sudden and swift

Though it caught me unawares

I didn’t mind or fight the drift

Nor was I conscious of my tears


The cold water burned all around

As my naked skin endured the pain

My body floats as my heart hit the ground

Realising loving you was all in vain


Though I’ve been here many times

I fear, this time, I might not survive

Death’s chants and nursery rhymes

Stamp out my fire’s will to thrive


My flames have been taken by a bocian

My will of fire is no more

It remains buried deep in the ocean

Along with my heart riddled with sores


Author: Henry Ategie


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