Unquenchable Fire

5) Floating on the shores, the shores of love,
Boats, gone with oars that pull them further still,
Towards fond memories gate. Ten were ill
That did row this vessel of tainted hope.
What did sow their grievances? Painted rope,
The color of red suddenly tightens,
Pulls me backwards instead, away from hope!
Tolls of hate unbearable sear my
Sides, unquenchable fire, delinquents
Of hell wrench me from the boats firmament!
I stumble, reach out to the nearest man;
I extend myself fully as I still can!
Yet inside I know, this sight will soon fade,
The tide of fire pull me down as bade.    

                                                               Unquenchable Fire, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012