A spirit walks among a sad story…

Sad stories are told,

but a reality could never unfold,

in the cold,

the spirit stands in water and ash,

and smells that unmistakable odor,

flesh swells,

as the firefighters pry rubble

off the bodies of small children,

it was almost like seeing double,

the children left behind when the fire broke out,

only their ghosts would shout,

all this when a space heater shorted,

small bodies contorted,

life distorted,

and the spirit would pray

as he floats away.

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  • shakugan123 on Dec 13, 2010

    may he find peace
    in an angel’s kiss
    say goodbye from pain
    and you will no longer in vain
    heaven will be your home
    where God seats in His throne

  • shakugan123 on Dec 13, 2010

    may he find peace
    in an angel ’s kiss
    say goodbye from pain
    and you will no longer in vain
    heaven will be your home
    where God seats in His throne

  • 1hopefulman on Dec 13, 2010

    Sad!

  • LoveDoctor on Dec 13, 2010

    Very good imagery in this poem. Young children need guidance and empathy to cope with their emotions after a fire. For the families who have lost their young children or loved ones, they might need to seek psychological support.

  • yes me on Dec 13, 2010

    A sad reality for to many this Frank cheers

  • albert1jemi on Dec 14, 2010

    nice

  • Anj M on Dec 15, 2010

    :)

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