Wreckage

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  • Death

    Wreckage

     Intense light
    Blinding me.
    Unforgivable pain 
    Taking over.

    Can't move
    Can't breathe.
    It's killing me
    It's killing me.

    A sudden eruption
    The flames take over.
    A scream for help
    With no reply.

    The flames creep closer
    Sweat slides down my face.
    I'm losing hope
    I will have no savior.

    Tires squeal
    Footsteps pounding.
    A sudden pull
    The wreckage is left behind. 

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    FranzJ commented on Wreckage

    05-26-2010

    chilling story and a positive end - a hero and savior
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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