Fire
we used to gather
around fires
when things were bad
and because we were men
or boys growing into me
we didn’t talk about
what hurt us
anything but what hurt us
sometimes
I wish
I could set a fire
for all of them to see
they could come
out of the dark
at their own time
share one last talk
so I could break the rules
tell them I love them
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Really liked this poem!
This one got to me. The last line was a wakeup call. Great job, Patrick.
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Yes !!!
Wow!!!!