Tim Reis's Thoughts

May 13, 2009
By Anonymous

I wake up to flames;

they surround me everywhere.

No way to get out.

All I do is scream

but no one comes to help me. The floor is falling

as I breathe in smoke.

I think my life is ending

a little bit too soon.

Not knowing why though

I am only seventeen

God, please forgive me.

The author's comments:
Memorial poem for a friend who died in a house fire May,19th,2008

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