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Burn

I see blinding fire in the sky.
I see people burning alive.
The smoke rises above town.
Water won't quench the flame.
I see people die.
see people cry.
and at last,
see me
die
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Bagnall Avatar
September 15, 2011 at 7:55 AM
the chosen form really suits a poem such as this, which though sad, I found very emotive. Well written.
Speede Avatar
July 25, 2022 at 2:08 AM
Hey even though it's been a decade... I really wanted to express appreciation for your comment. I was in a darker place when I started poetry. And I remember this one very well.
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