A winter Night

Jack Campbell

I sit watching the cars drive by 

Nothing in my heart 

Tears streaming down my grimey cheeks 

Heat behind me but I don't care 

no one comes not even a hare

 the fire from the twisted horor that was my family 

Licking up coming to now claim me 

Red blue red blue cuts from the dark winter sky 

I see them coming I do not wave I do not move 

I sit like stone waiting to crumble 

The screams the screeching metal 

All fresh in my mind 

Fire 1,2,3 How many times will it rob me 

My brother my mother my father and my daughter 

Gone 

Gone by the bastard who ran 

Gone by man who dosent care 

All my loved ones gone in a drunk mans scene 

I want to run I want to scream 

I cant im still 

I realize something has changed white walls 

People bustling 

Beeps all around 

I move for the first time just to look around 

“Miss” A gentle voice asks 

I see A man Kind 

I cant speak I cant move anymore

I fall fall onto the tile floor 

It wont be the same

 is there any point

 I decide then to visit my family again  

A long beep 

Screams then nothing 

I see my family kind and loving 

I'm happy once again 

  • Author: Jack Campbell (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2023 16:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: It is relatable
  • Category: Sad
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    a great write!
    thanks for sharing
    please forgive my feeble poetic reply below
    after reading your impassioned words, i couldn't resist
    (sadly, some crimes can never be punished
    enough
    to make sense, or balance
    the devastation
    reaped by unsuspecting victims
    whose ill-fate, is deemed
    a casualty of existence, by such
    a callous universe...)



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