Fire, Fire.
By SmuggledOranges
I woke up in the middle of the night,
There was a smell in the air,
It wasn’t quite right.
Something was bad,
I didn’t know then,
That it was being destroyed, everything I had.
My dad ran and threw me over his shoulder,
He was screaming at my mom,
“Hold her, hold her!”
It was still dark, I couldn’t see,
There had to be something wrong,
To make my family flee.
The air was different, too hot,
I wanted to be put down,
So, against my moms grip, I fought.
Outside, it was too bright,
It didn’t make any sense,
It was still night.
From my house, there was a glow,
It looked like a candle,
Or an explosion, about to blow.
Looking at my house, in my princess night gown,
Watching,
As my house burned down.
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Copyright 2011 SmuggledOranges
Author's Note:
True story.Awards
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A former member wrote:
Great Piece... Same thing happened to me and it sucked so bad. Memories that can never be replaced, sorry for your loss
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A former member wrote:
sorry you lost your house and all your memories there. but I'm glad you're safe.
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A former member wrote:
im sorry for your loss...your a great writer...keep it up.
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On Friday, September 23, 2011, Devilish
(2633) wrote:
I had heard a noise one night and opened my front door and the neighbor across the ways apartment was on fire.. I grabbed my daughter and son and ran out and down the stairs... My daughter was also dressed in her princess gown and from the back of a car she watched the whole thing... Fires are the worst... Sorry for your loss...
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On Friday, September 23, 2011, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Glad nobody was hurt from the sound of things? Fire can be both good and evil, controlled or out of control; we forget the destructive nature too often.
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On Thursday, September 22, 2011, Legions Slave
(7) wrote:
Great poem but tragic that you had to go through that I'm sorry