Flying

A time i really regretted

Saturday nights and parties with crack

Fuel with lit matches old rundown shacks

Pour on the liquid and light up the match

Light up the roll and take a step back

Breath in, breath out

Drags of sweet smoke that curl from my mouth

Another drag, and another, another

My head is light now

My friends and I watch and laugh with light heads

As I throw down the match and we all hold our breaths

The shack then lights up with a crack and a cackle

The old wood burns well and the shack turns to shambles

First warm then hot

My leg starts to burn, but shouldn’t it not?

I hear a shriek

Fear, as I turn to my friend I feel my knees weak

My leg had caught fire

My jeans had starched black

My foot tangled in old wire as I fell on my back

I hear myself scream as the fire clawed up to my face

My friends all scream too

My heart pounds and starts to race

Pain, searing

Stinging my flesh

Burning my body

Too much, too much in a rush

My hand reaches out with nothing to grasp

Lost in my own burning light

No way to go back

Next thing I know I wake up in a bed

I seem all alone, until I see my mom’s head

It was then that I realized in a hospital gurney

My mother lifted her head, her eyes filled with worry

Wow what a night, I think with a sigh

Next time I’ll think twice before I get high

Reviews

[Prairieauthor1]

Very good, takes the reader to a vivid place and doesn't let them go.

[Althelia Marie Caine]

Wow,Maddz:) You would write a poem like this:) Nice work:)