In-Consumable - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

he grins
saying, so now you are inside
this circle of fire

do you regret this? he grins
saying, why have you gone here
when outside

it was paradise, and you were
a child playing ball and monkey

i am grim. I say, let me burn here
for i am fire myself

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 10, 2015

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