Molten Earth

He was in a place of darkness
Where hate and resistance
brew into a poisonous glance

He was there
Staring at the past
and resisting...
The present, the future, what he is

He turned his heart into a live volcano
Burning until there was nothing but a sulfurous stink
and the charred remains of a soul once cherished

He spewed out the melted stone of his spirit
and sought to hurt
Sought to scar
Sought to take me with him

But I was fire
And I burned with light

His shadow heart could not reach me
So he stayed alone in the dark.

Copyrights © 2018 Maricel Jiménez Peña


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