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.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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