*A poem I wrote after reaing NIght and The Diary of Anne Frank. Please Respect.*
Flames
Flames eat us away from the inside out.
Anger, fear, and pure hatred created them,
not matches or gasoline.
I feel the abyss open beneath me.
I walk towards my grave.
I walk towards hell.
Children become part of the flames.
I knew them all once,
before the flames licked then clean of their identity.
The flames eat them away,
like a withered tree devoured by a sudden wildfire.
It's rapid.
We are infected.
The flames cause panic.
Some scream outside, while others scream inside.
They are gone.
But I walk away,
with grief in my heart.
In the smoke I see their dreams.
I see their desires.
I can no longer see their faith.
Those flames I will never forget.
They didn't touch me,
but I still feel the burning.
The flames are dark,
like the night,
They're dark like the times.
Flames are painful.
Flames are unforgettable.
Flames are hate.
