Bolero of Fire

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I walked down to my neighbor’s
For a night of family and friends
But what I found
Was nothing but charred earth.

The fire was as big as a bush
The heat that radiated
Singed my skin like the midday sun
In June.

Staring into the embers
I lost myself in its destruction
Becoming one with every pop of wood,
Contouring myself on every lick of flame.

I enter a world of ages past
A world of destruction
A world of frustration
A world of conflagration.

Exploring the burning city-scape
I hear nothing but cries of sorrow
To a spark that killed hundreds
And set a city ablaze.

Martial law does nothing to control
Like a mustang, it travels with the wind
Crumbling buildings in its molten fist
And pillaging an unsuspecting people.

Their cries were interrupted by the laughter of the children
My neighbor’s children; they want to play now
I left my place beside the smoldering pine
To entertain those who would never know the burn.





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KICK3593 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 5, 2009 at 3:56 am
Ha, "Bolero of Fire". I love Zelda!

Yes, the confusion of lost innocence is always quite a topic, isn't it? Your grammer is sophisticated and stands out from the ordinary. I myself love exploring the mind of one changed by the simplest of events leading to a deteriorization or revelation.

The poem is decent, hateful, fearing, and dazzling with its conclusion. It is not to be underestimated.
 
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