The Flames

A flashback of images running through my mind

My house, burning against the sky

Looking down at my little sister as she stood on the roof

She waves her hands about, begging me to help her

 

I reach out my hands to pull her from danger

I have replayed the memory in my head so many times

Always doing something different

Always doing something to save her

 

I can see her face as she begs me for help

My hands near hers, and she stretches up to reach me

I know it's coming, but every single time

It breaks my heart again

 

The sickening crack as the beams beneath her snap

The fire reached the support under the roof

Beneath her, the roof collapses

And once again, I can only watch my sister dissapear into the flames.

Reviews

[Garry Reil]

Wow! That creates some really harsh imagery.Powerful stuff! Very good.

[Tim]

Holy Cow!!! That was a scary poem. It sounded like a dream sequence the way you replayed different scenarios in your head. Certainly hope this is not based on fact. Well done.