Fire Providers

I wrote this poem right after my father had a stoke. he did survive the stroke but it was a reminder of his mortality.

It's rained my whole life,

but I didn't mind.

They were always so kind,

but my hands are tied behind 

my back.

The shack.

The little wood stack

always shows me the fact

that the fire providers

will always have my back.

In the dorm

they kept me warm,

but forgot to warn,

that I will mourn.

Mortality

was not their morality,

but it was an eventuality,

so I need to start a fire

before their fatality.

Prior

to me

the fire providers

were in dire

situations,

so they started a fire

in the rain

through the pain.

Then they gained

a shelter to protect

the fire from the rain.

I have no idea where I'll be in a year,

but now its time to face my fear

of the fire

that I'm trying to ignite with tears.

It's not like I never built a fire.

I could probably build one higher

than my fire providers'.

Isn't that what the want,

but their fire it still haunts

I've built fires in their shelter, 

but never outside in the rain,

not without a guide, nor with pain.

What am I trying to gain?

The eventuality

of their mortality

is part of the causality

that drives me insane,

while I start a fire

in the pouring rain.

Reviews

[Tbear]

I enjoyed the corrolation of fire in ones life..very very nice ending..

Isn't that what the want, ??? do you mean they want?