Burn... Poem by Nestor David Armas

You can burn all you please,

Decimate, obliterate;

But I won't even warm,

Already burning hot

From the inside out,

I was always here,

Made to handle your demons,

I cannot be fazed by the darkness,

Fire starter you may be;

But I'm flint for your kindle,

Fuel for your perseverance,

But once you are fully lit

You will never be put out,

And so I'll secede,

For all may stick like burs

But I'm no Velcro;

Volcano on an island;

You'll see my trail in the ashes

All around you fiery torch

And to who will you pass?

I will not know, but hope

That fortunate soul can handle your fire...

(08/30/2011)