I watched it turn him to ash,
every time was supposed to be the last,
but then that flame would roar once again,
like a dragon's breath and it swallowed my friend.
I watched it turn him to ash,
the smoke rising from his mouth,
he slowed and watched time pass,
he was watching as his life went south.
I watched it turn him to ash,
he never listened I couldn't reach him,
his brain was a pile of hash,
that fire he thought could brighten, made his eyes dim.
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PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
