by Courtney Baker

Created on: July 30, 2010   Last Updated: July 31, 2010

My feet are as black as the night

From the ash of the burning walls that came down

My hands are blistered and tattered

It was the first day of the summer

But to me it was as cold as ever

The wood stove was lit an had such a beautiful fire

I gathered my logs and threw them in one by one

I always did this alone for everyone I love is already gone

There was a whistle of a pot my water was ready

To drink tea by the fire was a hobby of mine

I hurried to the kitchen to brew myself some tea

When a smell of something burning dawned upon me

I rushed to see a log had fallen out and lit the chair beside it

While I tried to pull the flame away

It built up and spread it's way through all fast

The ceiling shattered and fell upon me

Old as the house was the heat was too much 

The cries were muddled as I screamed

The shock of the bursting glass cutting my arms

Made the alarm of the fear in me go off

The blood dripped quickly like a broken clock's hands

The crawl was too far and my legs would not bend

The strength that I needed to save me from the end

I pushed myself forward and slightly shook myself free

From all the things that had held down me

The glass pushed inwards my skin numbed and burned

I continued though I could feel pain no more

The doorway was engulfed in flames too high to see

The smoke too thick dizziness came over me

The wall broke down and I saw my way out

I crawled and crawled without a yelp or cry

I found myself outside on the grass

Watched silently as the rest of my world lit up the night sky

Now that all is gone only the ash is mine

There's a deep dark hole inside

The void that grows every day that I'm alive

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