The fuel rigidly resists
Not responding to flame
Even when applied over again,
Fire cannot burn without catching;
Warmth smothered in neglect.
All can be very urgent,
But set aside without tending –
Heavy darkness grows, overflows;
Stumbling steps have little traction,
Losing what grew, attraction.
Continuing deep in attrition
Burning snuffed – ends the mission –
Nothing left but blown-out matches.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan