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In front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.

Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.

With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.

Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.

No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.

I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.

For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.

“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.

Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.

Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.

Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.

I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into the Pit of Hate.

Yet no devil was he, as far as I could tell,
his soul was pure, and not one of hell.

And years later, I look back and think,
that perhaps he was the same as you and me.

With pain bottled within, and afraid to tell,
the world how he felt, in fear that they'd yell.

So he kept it within, until it burned him from inside,
and slowly and painfully I watched him die.

And now, I promise the next time I see,
a Burning Man, sitting before me.

Come Hell or High water, i'll drag him inside,
and become the friend in which he can truly confide.

Never again shall I loose him to death,
for the burning man represents many of my friends.

Who've nearly lost the battle between life and death,
and silently begged for their untimely rest.

Perhaps, we're Burning Men, you and me,
waiting for a gentle soul to set us free.

However, our silent lips will never tell,
until our agony drags us to hell.

So I ask of you, friend or foe,
to look for the pain, that refuses to show.

Within a Burning Man, and hopefully you'll see,
that he is withering in his own agony.

I look back on that day, even now,
and perhaps, I could have turned his life around,

But the Burning Man, will forever remain,
a dream that haunts me, and calls my name.

And still, He sits there, in front of my house,
his eyes ever trained, body as still a mouse,

We stare at each other, the Burning Man and I,
and forever, I will attempt, to bring him inside.

Come Hell or High water, i'll drag him inside,
and become the friend in which he can truly confide.
I dreamed of this years ago, a man who was burning, sitting in front of my house with crystal blue eyes, just tearing up and staring. I offered to let him inside, stuck my hand out, and he said nothing, just stared and watched as I went back inside. When I dream, I feel a sort of emotion invoked within it, and around this time, I was dealing with a friend who had nearly killed himself, and was contemplating on doing it again, so this probably sparked my dream. 
How many of our friends have we watched suffer, yet said nothing about? How many of them are Burning Men? 
When we see someone struggling, or even suspect someone is contemplating suicide, please reach out!
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primalfuryan Featured By Owner May 14, 2014  Professional General Artist
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lidsworth Featured By Owner May 17, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Sorry for the late response, but thank you so much!
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thredd Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014  Student General Artist
i am really glad i came across this today.
i can't believe this was a dream and this was something you were experiencing
and you had the capacity to write a concise poem/ about.
this is both helpful, true and well done.

what you have done throughout so nicely in this write

and i am - well i didn't mean to write so many words already
very comforted to read this
i am not
"the burning man"
obviously
but it feels like it.
the burning man who came back inside 
that is how important this is
this is super cool.

i hope others enjoy this as well
"find something to take with them"
keep up your great writing
your heart is super insightful and open uh aware and  supercool.
i must sound like a kid. i'm not.
so glad i read this.
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lidsworth Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
It's heard to discern the pain that people suffer everyday, because in this age, i believe we've all just been so used to it, that we're usually concerned just about ourselves. And for those of us who aren't, we don't know how to help others all that well. Anyway, thanks for the comment!
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thredd Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2014  Student General Artist
absolutely!

we can always keep trying to be open to be helpful-concerned for others and to be helped by others and allow them to be concerned for us -
even in little ways.
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Chipgon Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
I love it
very touchful and meanful
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lidsworth Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
thank you! 
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Chipgon Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Yw ! :la:
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Micithemisterious Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Beautiful
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lidsworth Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
thank you. 
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