The sky is black with
smoke, billowing up from the
ruins of many lives
We cough as the sour
stench of burning fills the air
and pray, hope, for rain
In the theater,
girl on the phone with her mom
"Take my medals with you"
Evacuation
Many homes lie empty, wait
for return or flames
2 comments:
it must be scary there....I hope everything gets better....I LOVE YOU! You should come visit me sometime, get out of the smoke. I love the poem btw
Thanks! I wrote this while sitting in the library and... not doing my research paper. Shhh! (it's a secret!)
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