Confessional

They say I have forgotten to turn out

my lights of the ambition and desire,

of the hurry, the youth and cockiness.

I add, by myself, also the ones of love,

looking for, lust, yet envy.  And finally,

I am sure never will be lost others like

the rejoicing to be alive and dreaming.

It would be good they get out of my way,

for a loadstar still warms me so fiercely,

that I mirror fire, I burn and, sometimes,

I inject sparks.

Published in Mocking Heart Review, Spring/Summer issue 2016.

http://www.mockingheartreview.com

Published in The Brasil O’Flaherty July 2016 issue.

http://www.thebasiloflaherty.weebly.com

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