Fire Starter Poem by keith hendrickson

Fire Starter

Rating: 4.8


forever young in my heart and always numb in my brain
im always wearing youth on my sleeve
hoping 1 day i can get this numbness and strain to leave
as never ending passion burns throughout my soul
the darkness above begins to take its toll
never ending rains
loneliness and pain
start to seap into my veins
my blood turns black and so with it my heart
HOPELESNESS AND SHAME! ! !
and now its too late in the game to head back to start
the fire is dim
darkness settles within
BUT WAIT! !
this fire can not be extinguised without a fight/
this happiness and desire will not be relinquised so i reach for the light
im tired of acting shameless
and walking aimless through the night
do i have what it takes for this fire to re-ignite? ? ? ? ?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

I liked this poem as well. You're a great writer

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i love this poem keep writing

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Cyrena Limage 19 January 2009

wow.! ! ! ! ! ! ! written with such passion. really. you should keep this up. It was so deep, i felt it.: -)

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Andriana Londono 15 January 2009

Wat a well written poem..i luv it...keep posting<33

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Octavia Wilson 15 January 2009

This poem is really deep. Again I can totally relate. Great job

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Jen Capaldi 08 September 2009

another masterpiece of your emotional supplication. keep using your gift and take full advantage of it. it will be not only your release but it will be your guide. another well deserved 10, my friend Jen

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Hadyn Rodriguez 22 July 2009

You relate to people so much in this poem awesome poem

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Jacky Dorantes 08 July 2009

I'm digging this poem man! I definetely relate to this poem. I understand where you're coming from because this poem represents my daily struggle. Keep writting, you definetely got talent.

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Crystle Jones 08 July 2009

i love it. the loss of hope and defeat in the beginning, but the strength to go on twords the end. a very powerful piece. keep up the GREAT work!

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Alicia Cross 08 July 2009

It's like a man is trying to relive his glory days as a child because death or a cancer has been creeping upon making him feel trapped. So he starts doing things shamelessly feeling there's no other way to live. Compelling.

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