I Dream of Fire

Every night i dream of fire 
and death.
I stand over you as I watch you bleed I watch as 
The pain fills your eyes and 
You reach out to touch me but
I kick your hand away like a 
dirty rag.
Your hand falls sadly and the flames 
swallow you whole
I stand and watch as tears begin
To form but not full of sadness but full
of rage. 
This is what you get I think to my self 
You reap what you sow.
I can still see your face as the flames 
eat you alive
The heat surrounds me and death 
comes soon after.
The flames dance all night until the sun 
breaks its light.
But I stand in front of 
the raging fire
My heart filled with no emotion 
You were suppose to be special I said to my self
But I let you go so easily.
I wipe my tears away 
But my rage builds till my chest
starts to hurt.
I look around at what was once my 
Life and then I say its time to take 
my leave I look once more as your body burns to ash 
Then I turn from the flames and start to slowly walk away.
Then I start to disappear with every step I take
Then I realize when that person died 
my soul left with them.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Guzzi Avatar
July 5, 2010 at 10:59 AM
Very, very powerful write. I have no question regarding content but...why capitalize "I" sometimes and not other times? Why not use some periods? Just some thoughts....Light & Love
Mehta Avatar
June 29, 2010 at 6:59 PM
Nice expressions with deep inner thoughts. enjoyed it
A  Avatar
June 29, 2010 at 6:52 PM
A VERY INTERESTING WRITE. DEEP AND GOOD WRITE, THANKS FOR THE READ -SKAT
Nutter Avatar
June 29, 2010 at 5:16 PM
You catptured the my black heart with this dark write. My cup of tea.
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