A bringer of Death, but also of life
Heat, smoke, and destruction left in its wake
Just as destructive as a pointed knife
What a horrible scene it can, will make
Run! Flee into the night, make your escape
Get out. Get out, of this horrible place
If you make it out, don't seperate
Small burns and smoke, that is in the best case
A boy, frantic with concern and worry
He searches for his young pretty girlfriend
He finally finds her, blood and gory
His heart is broken, possibly will mend
A forest lost in flames, caused by Fire
A mere boy, convicted, called a liar.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are simply poems or thoughts I have. I have no idea why you'd want to read this, but if you do, don't if anything in here can cause a relapse or trigger. Most are depressing and some very short. Beware if you decide to read.
