Singeing to Scorch and Burn

There is no blending in again.
Signals are sent,
To ensure a mixture ends.
No melting pot,
To strengthen what is not.
An unraveling begins...
To send the prospect of that,
Singeing to scorch and burn!
Without a happiness,
For any of them.
And conflicts inflicted appear as if...
Intended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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