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Elemental Rift 4: Embers

I am staring at the embers,
of a fire that I didn't sustain.
Now it is just a fire I remember,
which will never come to life again.

When I try hard enough, it almost begins
to leap and crackle somehow,
to warm all that is around,
and light the chasm between then and now.
But I am being pulled away,
and no longer resisting or trying.
I left that fire, when all it needed was a branch,
and I could have avoided the dying.

So I remain frozen still,
with no motive core for my warming will.
I have forgotten what I once remembered
and I am staring at the sourceless embers.

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