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Just a poem I wrote, about a girl waking up to her house on fire...

Submitted:Apr 29, 2011    Reads: 64    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

I feel the rush of cold drifting down my spine,
I sit in the corner,
How am I cold,
When there are open flames burning in front of me?
Adrenaline surfing through me,
While ashes rain over my head.
I feel light headed watching all the memories being burned.
Did my family make it out alive?
What started this racket of fire in the first place?
Is this a dream?
The only thing I remembered was being tucked in bed by the best mom a girl could ever have.
After being tucked,
I closed my eyes,
Seeing nothing but images of life,
And hearing nothing but the love we shared.
Next thing I know,
I woke from the deep sleep to find orange,
And yellow colors wave to me from under my door.
I tried to open my window,
But that was no use.
I silently scream in my head.
But I know nobody can hear me now.
With defeat,
I ended up in the corner with tears striding down my cheek.
The last tears I might have.
The smoke clouds over me,
Making me gag and cough.
It felt like something was clogging my throat;
Wanting me to die.
I feel my life fading away,
My dreams,
All gone.
Black starts to cover my eyes.
It got really hard to think.
The flames and smoke slowly disappeared,
And so did my life.
Leaving me there in the same corner that I went to when I panicked.
The same corner I went to when I read a book.
The same corner I died in.
Leaving my lost soul to drift away.


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