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 not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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