Friday, July 30, 2010

Black Hole: Poem

The screams came before the fire.
It was consuming the house and everything in it.
Trees falling to the ground, people running for help.

I stand here frozen
Hearing peoples voices
filling with terror and fear.

I see my own work explode in front of me.
Pieces of ash fall from the sky
And world becomes black.


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