the fire will help you make them scared
it's a mighty fire,
unlike the one at the campfire last fall.
the stone cell that surrounds your holy ghost power will fall
it will crumble down and you will see them:
standing, fighting and grabbing at each others necks
tonight they bring you peace
but tomorrow they bring you turmoil
break free they shout only if you dare
you're like a puppy being scratched behind the ears
try
just try to break free
Poem inspired by G. Acosta's artwork. A gift from my good friend Eli.
