Poem: Why do I despise the fire?

A poem on self-awareness, fear of becoming what you hate, fear of yourself, knowing that you are the villain.

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Why do I despise the fire?
Not because I am afraid of burning.

But,
because it engulfs the innocents,
makes the vulnerable battered
it consumes the hope for redemption
it impersonates a blaze as the beam
incites the fumes to join the flare
and forces others to side with one flame
whilst feeding on the combustion
of loathe, enmity and hate.

Yet,
This is not enough to
list the cause of my disgust.

Because,
the root of my disdain
is tied to a red corset
where lies a black heart.

Neither I am
afraid to become a victim
of the notorious inferno
Nor scared to lay twitching
in misery on the glazing pyre

But,
the black heart hides in defiance
what the courts of God have conspired
my fear which is my true desire
that I possess the heat enough
to become the fire.

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