The Feel of Burning

October 22, 2009
By Annie Jacobs BRONZE, Massena, New York
Annie Jacobs BRONZE, Massena, New York
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A spark I can savor.
Nothing I can keep.
Please do me a favor,
Let me fall asleep.

The pain is my friend,
Haunting every though.
I long for the end.
As I cried, as I fought.

I don't know my name.
These sounds are unclear.
There's so much I can blame,
While I watch them disappear.

The author's comments:
Inspired by a picture of a young boy in Africa.

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