AniBea Poetry: Mr. Tinder

"Mr. Tinder," a Poem by Anshin B Kelly

There will come a time,

When we look back and

See,

How Mr. Tinder, ruled

In the place, where

Our Common Sense and

Proper instincts should be.

Mr. Tinder is all about

Seizing control; He loves

To feed, on the energy

We need to build,

Something Whole,

In our lives.

Mr. Tinder is a Wily Fox;

He wears a sharp red outfit,

Bedazzled, flamed.

He beckons you come

Closer -

Look deep, and deeper

Still -

His eyes swell with red desire,

And that place we can not

Seem to fill, stops hurting…

My god! Relief at last!

The answer to all we've been

Seeking; We were told

To not ruin our lives with

Family; to instead fill our

Bellies to bursting with…

What? It's gone!

We can't recall…

Mr. Tinder, or is it he?

Hands cold as ice 'round our

Thoats - choking

Please no! Please stop!

Gutted feeling,

Rape of Soul.

We can't deal so we

Turn to Mr. Tinder

Once more…

His eyes flame again,

Please someone help us…

He reaches out his hand

And we grasp it, desperate;

"Please help me, please…"

"There there,” he croons, “there there,

I'm here…"

Warmth, finally, we don't care,

Is it safe? Is it real? 

We've lost track,

We just know we never want 

To feel pain again,

The shame.