Trapped
There is no place to run.
The fire is all around,
dry grass is feeding flames.
I'm fighting it alone.
The roof is now ablaze
and I am so weary.
I was duly warned,
but didn't listen.
Couldn't leave my home,
now it is too late.
Colorado burns.
Praying aloud,
no where to turn.
Fascinated
as fire draws near.
God above
please hear me.
Hold me close.
Hands clasped,
eyes closed.
Trapped.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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