You are cold
You start a fire
With the books from the shelves
With someone`s memories
The paper catches
Heat floods the room
A blast of wind chills the room
Sparks fly
Inflamed shelves
Burning books
You try to run
Flames block your way
Smoke fills your lungs
Your throat stings
Your eyes burn
Body hits floor
Just one last attempt
Your head feels light
Struggling to breathe
You drag your weary body to the door
Your hand grasps the handle
Burns bubble up angrily
Your screams fill the air
You slump to the floor
One last breath of smoke filled air
Eyes close
The pain leaves
Death has taken you away
Author notes
i wrote this for school, and after i presented it, the teacher called me over and asked me if i was suicidal. i like the poem though...
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Good poem...nice authors note xD lol
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It's Good
I like it. My Teachers did that too. -
Welcome to AllPoetry
I am hoping you are not suicidal.
Excellent write, deep and dark this holds poetry in high regard.
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