The Burning of the White Picket Fence

August 25, 2013
The flames lick at the sky.
Like they are praying
To their satanic god.
God, I hope not…

I see the dreams
Bringing her home.
Watching him study.
In the ashes…

I see the hope
Meeting him.
Falling in love.
The red hot love.
Taken in a red hot flame…

I only see the pain.
Broken hearts.
Broken bones.
Broken sprit.
In the hell of fire…

All the hopes,
All the dreams,
Up in the flames,
Of the white picket fence.

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MaxVincent said...
Nov. 18, 2013 at 12:50 pm
Hey great article. just remember new friends can be made and a new fence can be buitl.
MaxVincent replied...
Nov. 18, 2013 at 12:52 pm
I hope to hear more from you.
DrowningPenelope said...
Nov. 1, 2013 at 7:37 pm
You did well on this poem. It's an interesting story that's very ambiguious, and it keeps me on edge... I really want to figure this out.
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