Feeding the Fire

A poem written by me in the middle to late 90s

When the pressure is so high you can barely stand it you feed the fire so you can handle it

Release the pressure take the spirit in but who are we kidding the pressure is from within

Building each day in a world at fast pace, the bills, the job, the house needs new paint

The pressure is building there is no place to turn so you feed the fire and make it burn

When the fire is roaring and the pressure is not clear take a look around you, you are the only one there

Because when the fire is roaring and the wind is just right the flame will control you and burn everything in sight