A Fire in my Bones

I am most lonely when
I am most needy.
Late in the night, my
whispers echoe…”Who?”

A neighbor, feeling strong,
becomes most greedy.
With poor men out of sight,
they mutter “Why?”

Questions unanswered,
tell me if you know.
Do they have no honor?

This poor man’s confidence
is burning, though. 
Deep In my bones, a fire
cries out “Soon!”

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Author: thefragrancewriter

Original Blend of Perfume and Poetry

3 thoughts on “A Fire in my Bones”

  3. I feel this deeply, the loneliness that echoes loudest when we’re most in need. That whispered “Who?” is such a human groan.

    And then there’s the neighbor, taking in more while the poor are out of sight. Maybe it’s greed, maybe it’s just life’s imbalance – but gluttony, in the end, knows no honor.

    What moves me most is the final image. The fire still burning in the bones. A determination and resilience that says “Soon” not from anger, but from hope that refuses to die.

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