Hous Fire

There is nothing more scary than struggling to breathe in a blinding cloud of smoke.

Smoke.

Enough to make me choke.

I struggle to breath,

and all I want to do is leave.

Leave what was once my home but now is a pit of smokey ash.

Nothing could be saved, not my phone, clothes, or even cash.

Everything I once had is gone.

But so is the way of this firey song.

I crawl along the wall.

Just hoping that the roof won't suddenly fall.

If one thing goes wrong, that will be the death of me.

But it's so hard not to give up when black clouds is all I see.

I keep low to protect my self from the heat.

I just want to make it out and across to the street. 

I'm scared for my life and whether I will keep it.

I'm really feeling dizzy and I want to stop and sit.

If I stop now, no way will I get out.

I just have to keep following this same rout.

I can faintly see the door in all it's burnt up glory.

And now I know, this will not be a tragic story. 

The door is hot, but I don't care.

I have so little time to spare.

I push through the pain,

Because there is so much to gain.

There is a world out there just waiting for me to breathe.

And with that, this house I can finale leave.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading this poem. It is based off of a true event.

Reviews

[Autumn L Gibbs]

I have never read a poem about a house fire before. My childhood home burned when I was registering for school with my Nanna, but I was only. I really liked how it was organized. Very beautiful.
A.G.

[Faust]

Thank you for the review :) I read on your profile that you like puns. Here's one for you...
Did you hear about the fire at the circus? It was in tents!
-Emily

[Autumn L Gibbs]

lmao!!!!
I love that pun.
What does a witch say when she doesn't know where to go? Witch-ever way is fine with me.
A.G.

[dw817]

Stop, Drop, and Roll, is all I can offer for a real fire event. I am blessed I guess fortunately to have never had my property on fire except one time, and the firemen were already in the area so all the damage I managed to receive was my front door kicked in and a hole chopped in my ceiling.

Turns out the little rugrat next door was left home alone by his parents and he managed to get a hold of matches to play with them ...

Thanks for the Friend Request !

[Faust]

Thanks for the review:) And damn. Kids and matches don't mix well

[gram linski]

Very descriptive and sounds traumatic, enjoyed, hope you and yours got out safe and well

[Faust]

Thank you for the review :) We're doing fine now

[Mr. Mills]

Oh I've totally been here. I get to move back into it next week. Do you remember what happened to my house about a month ago or so? A never ending choke on the smoke. Good poem:)

[Jason Shadows]

Walk straight through the door, bust it down, do whatever it takes to leave. Hold nothing back, fight like there is no tomorrow and finally when you exit, you will feel relief and freedom to explore the unknown. This is great. Good work.