Burning
the city is burning
See the cinders
Watch them fall
The hardwood floors are melting
Melting
As if they're not worth
Much at all
Blazing
The city is blazing
The orange glow
Ignites in my eyes
Soon it will be reduced
To ashes
Accumulation of all I do
So despise
Fire
The city's on fire
No one can put that big fire out
To some it will inspire
As you watch the citys'
Last campfire
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for a Thought
Poetry"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [Cover made by @AN_almightydreamer ]
