Force the Fire

To force the fire

To coerce the desire for better places

Comfortable spaces for those with laces untied

If I’ve lied in my life, when I said I wish to remove strife

Then let this poem be the knife to stab out my false intent

I’ve been sent to this planetary location

Existing in a loving creation

Hoping to bring a sense of compassionate elation

To those around who can't astound themselves anymore

Believing life is a chore that doesn't have to be done

And there's no fun in constantly sweeping if your weeping spells become creeping hells where the peeping eye wells when asked to preform

How do you conform in the dark without a spark to heat the furnace?

Sternness doesn't save the saddened souls

Kindness helps but all conversation takes tolls on those in holes so deep the sky seems insignificant.

I want to decant your Essense into a new shell

Or help you dwell in a place filled with space

You seem to embrace the end

Let me help make this moment a friend