frozen

my first poem written...

Through the smoke, she calls on me. 

To make my way across the flames, 

but while I froze not one among them knows,

and never can be told.

“Im free if that b***h dies.”

I’ve got to help her cut. 

“I need you” she calls,

but I can’t move. 

I’m frozen.

When I needed her, she wasn’t there. 

Why would I help her?

I’m frozen.

Over and over again,

in my head

repeated…

“Im free if that b***h dies”

now I can move

so I do.

I move, 

Move away from her and the flames.

I’m frozen, 

she was my friend but now she’s gone,

Never to be seen again

Author's Note

for a first poem its one of my best i think...
reviews comments criticism always welcome