my mind shaters with
fire from night to day.

it burns like a baptist
church in 1956.the
fear drips from every
hole that each ash burns
through

the night blows the fire away
as i watch it steam and beg for fuel to keep the fire alive.
the next morning the fire awakes but no where to be found,
i walk the feilds of war and find the burning coal that fills the air with fear and pain.

i continue my walk when the flames
of fear extinguish as i sat and though about days of love and peace.

the fire is gone and my mind is free from all the hell my hate had givven me.