Thursday, September 27, 2007 by Billy
To Save A Poem
The fire burns fierce and primitive like a cleansing angel. Thick black smoke pours out from the flaming house. I was lucky to have awakened to. Now I'm fighting to get back in.
They grab me, wrestles me to the ground. I struggle like a wild animal. They don't give in. My tears explode from eyes.
The fire truck comes too late. The crowd gasps as the house destructs. I finally free myself and rush into the ruins.
My relief shouts to heaven. The mob watches astonished as I emerge jubilant kissing a black notebook.
“He done gone crazy,” they exclaim.
I laugh even harder.
And then I begin to eat my words.
The fire burns fierce and primitive like a cleansing angel. Thick black smoke pours out from the flaming house. I was lucky to have awakened to. Now I'm fighting to get back in.
They grab me, wrestles me to the ground. I struggle like a wild animal. They don't give in. My tears explode from eyes.
The fire truck comes too late. The crowd gasps as the house destructs. I finally free myself and rush into the ruins.
My relief shouts to heaven. The mob watches astonished as I emerge jubilant kissing a black notebook.
“He done gone crazy,” they exclaim.
I laugh even harder.
And then I begin to eat my words.
