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Cold-blooded Fire

Poetry By: rhys


Submitted:Sep 15, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

Cold night,

Warmth on my face,

People standing on either side of me.

It was all a nightmare,

Surely it was.

How could it not?

Flames slurped at the dark sky,

Eager for more oxygen,

To snuff out it's victims' lives,

As they screamed,

And the baby cried.

I wanted to go in and save you,

But arms restrained me from doing so.

The flames were wild and vast,

And life became unbearably slow,

As I watched and saw many unforgettable images,

as I smelled and sniffed up the very smells that haunt me,

as I felt this deep chill in my bone.

I wasn't going to see you again.

Never have I ever thanked you for what you've done for me.

As I thought and cried our past away,

You were burning.

The baby's cries were silent,

As I stood there,

Helpless and weak.

It was only when you took your last breath,

Did I take the time to thank you

For everything you've done for me.


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