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Fire and Gun

I stood amidst 
The burning buzz of the woods
As they turned to dust 
A golden flame found a flare in my eyes
Anger and disgust tore me apart
As I reach for the gun
Under my overcooked bed
I ran off with fire roasting my dress
To make amends with the robber
That destroyed my home

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  1. Date: 1/26/2012 10:26:00 PM

    Olajide Adelana, this is a sad thought if it's true... and yours... a very good poem.. thank you for sharing,..p.d

  1. Date: 1/24/2012 8:29:00 AM

    An interesting piece, indeed...and well written, except you might want to check your use of tenses (present and past seem to be somewhat mixed.) Very visual impacts.

    Adelana Avatar Olajide Adelana Date: 1/24/2012 11:56:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Wow thanks so much for noticing that.