I pull the stick out
Smoldering but no flame
I stick it back in
And wait...
I jump at a sound
The fire is out
I start to make a new one
It lights
Instantly I feel safe
Hot enough to burn skin
Tempted but not
Surrounded by darkness
But for this tiny light
Tall trees, big bushes
Any hide
No seen
Terrified
Paranoid
My stick is lit
I move it to see around
I see but nothing
Wait till morning
Never comes here
Always rebuild fire
If it ever to go out forever
Lost without light
gone from the world
shut down
closed off
Always keeping the fire going
To stay alive without fading off
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