I stand staring at the same site the burning flame, blocking something always big, bright, red restricting me, giving me limits the crackling as it burns away a guard stood tall watching me every second, minute, hour yet one day he calmed down the site behind him visible to my eyes a new hope, a chance for me to change a clear place, no fears for me to fight a place for me to start again a clean slate, a new leaf the chance that doesnt come all the time but his anger grows once again the flame rises, once again i wait, once again
Nicee one .....specially ....the few linessss....... likeddd most. a new hope, a chance for me to change a clear place, no fears for me to fight a place for me to start again ................ i wait, once again
good job man. poetry runs in your family i guess.. at least u r not writing about dead fish like your sis (kidding)