Wreckage

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    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

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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