The Boy Who Played With Fire
A knock on the door and I let you in
All that started it was a spark, there was oxygen of course
The fire started in the place that fires do
The fire place is where it started in the first place
At first you kept me warm and then I started to sweat
It got bigger and now the bookshelves were in flames
I stoped reading, I stoped writing the desk was on fire
The whole house was up in flames, first went the first floor
Then the second floor and I stayed inside
I sat in the middle of the living room
Only to find out that the fire extinguisher had malfunctioned
The wood floor had an ember glow of searing heat
It burnt my body to the core
I thought I was going to burn alive
I also thought if I just cried enough tears
If I just cried enough it would go out
I thought all I wanted to do was feel alive
Next I knew I was just trying to survive
I couldn’t breath the oxygen was gone
Just like that there was nothing left
Except ashes and my body
No one could identify me
I could not see, The smoke
The smoke choked passer bys
Even several that tried to help died
All I could do was cry and the ashes turned to mud
I sat in the mud I was so stuck
Without you in the mud how did I get here
The sun came out and I was covered
Covered in mud
My body needed light but I felt so heavy
You were no where to be found
A butterfly landed on me and I realized
How hard life can be
Not just for me but for everybody
-Chris P.