Distant Fire Poem by Anthony Liccione

You tried to tell,
with words-
didn't listen, just
kept throwing
wood into the fire;
heating a house
cold of a home,
spent less time to
what was on your mind
with artless words
voice reaches
in the small dark,
gone heart outside
the wind blows
breaks ice,
static time
makes a way
into abloom;
a room a father
lies dying,
dying lies
with words-
that a son
doesn't hear,
just keeps
throwing wood
into the fire.