Creativity

Burned Out

The fire is burning with rage

I am crying because of the smoke

I just look through the room and see no escape

I am trapped, what do I do?

I feel that I am stuck in a cage

The fire is making me choke

I am hoping someone can be a hero with a cape

But, as I look the fire grew.

I feel as if I am dead

But who knows

Then I see in an instant

The skies are clear and sunny.

I am walking through grass

But as I look there is no one.

All I see are flowers that are tinted red

I am wearing the same clothes,

I see people are near

But I feel that I am in a box full of glass.

All I want to do is run.

I wake up

Finding myself in a hospital gown

I ask, "where am I?"

But there is no answer

I see people and their heads are up.

They are smiling

But then they frown,

I just look at the sky

Until they tell me that my mother and father died.

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Hey, everyone I know I haven't written that many poems but they are coming to me again. Most of what I write here is really dark, but I do try to lighten it up a little bit. I also think that when I write dark things many people can understand the meaning to the words more than something that is lighter. Anyway, that is all.

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