Desperation by Scott M Pratchner I have searched these windy nights For a fire to warm my heart My limbs are cold and brittle now Why won't this fire start? I've waited for the logs to dry I've waited for the sun I've waited for my flint to spark I've waited. But no fire has begun. Frustration creeps like icy hands Up and down my spine I hope with all my hoping glands My fire starts in time I know my fire will burn so hot I know its worth the wait But if I freeze before it lights What good, if its too late? 09/25/2001 Posted on 09/25/2001 Copyright © 2024 Scott M Pratchner Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)