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Fire
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Category : Poems
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I don't need anyone's confidence. I don't need anyone to confide in. no, I'm not shy. I am wary and I can only entrust myself to my youth. brief, innocent, unnoticeable youth. I don't intend to get drunk with self-pity. youth doesn't like it, doesn't want it and does not allow it ... otherwise it won't believe me and it will give up on me and I will grow old too fast without it. without a past. and I won't have anyone to confide in, and that would be as if I had no soul. no, worse than that. no feelings ... or heart. something what is the essence of a man. I said I would entrust in youth and be a man. Is it because of something that I'm afraid of? I feel young and old at the same time, and life is laughing at me in spite and it kills with the feeling of missed opportunities. I'm not created to be a rebel, to change the world in the process and to burn out with unfinished job. I'm not made to pray with my whole being before the altar and to pray and pray and to burn out with unanswered prayers. I'm not created to be an individual in the parade of celebrated common misconceptions and to celebrate and to be glorified and to miserably burn out forgotten. I was created to create and to be re-created in some way when the time comes. my mind is designed to write and I'm willing to wait for a proper combustion in the final heat of writing, in the heat that will burn with passion. with hope. and nobody is allowed to extinguish the fire of a poet who burns in it. he is happy to burn in something that belongs only to him. -Tom Del Braco-