House On Fire
I couldn't look back,
the sound still haunts me
and the shadows cast across the street
against the trees
made by the devil's light.
I couldn't look back,
the heat still scorched me
and bright sad faces
lamented the scene
made by the devil's light.
I couldn't look back;
sadness surrounded me,
the devil burned me
as I ran from my pain
and forgot to take my heart.
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2017
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