Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Burnt & Brittle

Her shell is Brittle
Her soul is all Burnt
From a kiddie Game
Of Hide and go Seek

Within a dark Space
And nowhere to Go
Not a sound was made
But a giddy Heart

No flashlight in Hand
Yet a single Match
Lit up the Hallway
For a second or Two

But not before Long
Match comes to an End
Soft fingers now Singed
Match falls to the Floor

Old carpet Ablaze
Such a rapid Pace
Children get Trapped
Lost within dark Smoke

A firetruck Comes
Ladders raised great heights
Widows were broken
Children Liberated

An innocent Game
Of Hide and go Seek
Made her shell Brittle
Made her soul burnt Out


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