I pull the stick free,
Smoldering without flame.
Back in it goes,
I patiently await.
A sudden noise startles,
The fire extinguished.
I forge a fresh spark,
Igniting safety instantly.
Heat enough to scorch,
Temptation resisted.
Amidst enveloping darkness,
A small flame persists.
Towering trees, dense bushes,
Conceal every sight.
Terrified, paranoid,
My stick's glow penetrates.
I scan the shadows,
Yet nothing emerges.
Anticipate dawn,
Elusive in this realm.
A perpetual cycle,
Relighting the fire.
Guard against the abyss,
Lost without its light.
In this desolate space,
I remain vigilant.
Sustaining the flame,
For fear of fading away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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