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Pyromaniac

January 8, 2013
By D.610 SILVER, Seymour, Missouri
D.610 SILVER, Seymour, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
“All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.”
― Plutarch


The clouds whisper a sad goodbye
And I beg them to stay the night.
Their perfect tears litter the ground,
Tiny raindrops have so much sound,
Telling me it’s time to leave
They float away,
I’m on my knees.
To keep a scream, I bite my lip

And watch the sun come out to play,
Shining on flowers white and crisp,
It’s not so bad they tried to say.
When I stood,
My family followed from the grave.
Their spirits hovered soft, and grey,
Reminding me of the crime, my crumpled soul deflates.
They raised arms barely visible, fading from sight.
A last hug I suppose,
My body cringes in guilt and dismay,
In this little act my families love still shows,
For a child that murdered, with a match not a knife
I never guessed my love of fire would burn them from my life.
They are a lesson learned for the very last time.


The author's comments:
I wrote this after I read a short story, in which the child accidentally burns down his family home by leaving a match lit while he goes to hangout with friends.

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