The Pyre

You are no longer a being of free thought
You are bound to a cache you are greater than
I too share the prison you chain yourself to
As I am incarcerated because you are
Once upon a time you would offer perspective to those around you
Now it is as if the light that once was you has gone out
Extinguished by circumstance or chance
By fault or by choice
The charred remains stand in your place
And I keep them with me always
Hoping you can be rekindled
Reborn from the ashes
Erupting in fiery magnificence
Emitting your light once more
And filling us all with your warmth and glow

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