The Fire Deep Inside

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    This is another poem I wrote for my donor. It is about my lifes struggles and yet finding hope.

    The Fire Deep Inside

     The fire of hell is deep inside, still burning, still burning
    My veins quenching the thirst of the Lord
    Sins have forced me to live in the dark, fearing the light
    I'm weak and tired, my body slowly withering
    For the wrath of God has become my doorstep

    The fire of hell is deep inside, still burning, still burning
    My eyes are starting to burn, as I see my sinful ways
    Darkness has now over shadowed me
    I reach for you, and find nothing
    For now I'm blind, but still see the flickering flames of hell

    The fire of hell is deep inside, still burning, still burning
    My nose has now smelt the pungent smell of death
    I feel my time is near the end
    My senses failing with every soul that gets carried away
    Blood runs profusely out of my nose running down my battered body

    The fire of hell is deep inside, still burning, still burning
    I hear the screams of the weak
    Blood curdling yelps with the whipping on the decayed flesh
    Sounds getting louder and louder
    For sure, I've entered my final hour

    The fire of hell is deep inside, still burning, still burning
    I have kept my faith in God
    For now he has sent you
    To give me my wings, to fly away
    To live another painless day

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    jmschwartz commented on The Fire Deep Inside

    07-06-2009

    you definitely have a gift for poetry. keep it going. i am sure your donor feels very proud to help
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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