Now I Am Afraid
even with an upturned boulder
sitting solid like Gibraltar
the blazing fire
has not been quenched
Too many pails
have been drenched,
punctured and patched
while drawing out water
to douse this blazing fire
from raging into a fiery sun
blistering the skin
scorching the minds
while intending
to obliterate the soul
making the man meaningless
because of your own dark souls
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