Warm days are gone
Will you still
stand
While the dying
flames dance around you
What will you do
all alone
What will you do
without fire
The wind chills to
bone
A bleak cold world
without warmth
A world without
life
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou
I really like the imagery in this piece and the way I could see what you were describing. I also like the contrast between the beginning and the end. It starts with a fire going out and end with a cold world. It is interesting how the fire represents warmth, not just in the literal sense, but warmth being the presence of something else and not being alone.
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