Fire
Why am I still here?
The flames are getting higher
Cracking and laughing is all I can hear
The flames are getting bigger
The flowers were blooming
The flames are getting brighter
Now they are all dying
The flames are getting crueller
Red, orange, yellow
The flames are burning faster
The old friend is playing cello
The flames are getting hotter
I remember now
The flames are for murder
In front of the fire, some bow
The flames are getting sharper
But some fight
The flames are a martyr
Some fight for their life in the night
The flames are getting further
I can't keep fighting
The flames are an horrible disorder
I promise I'm trying
The flames are getting quicker
I didn't see it soon enough
The flames are growing in a blur
I said it's okay but it was just a bluff
The flames are getting redder
I tried to take what's lost and broke
The flames are fighting harder
Just to make it right but it all went up in smoke
The flames are getting stronger
I'm in a burning house
The flames are holding me tighter
I don't want to wake up I'm this burning house
The flames are getting wicker
Maybe I'll wake up here
In this burning house
Waiting for the flames to disappear
In this burning house
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020
