Elegant_Style

Running away from Fire

Lights are wrinkling

in the aftermath of

the explosion.

The brightness of

red, green, and gold

spiral horribly out of my control.

Hungry flames search for 

flesh and bone.

They lick the skin

of my feet

as I run.

The icy hot tendrils

of a blazing frozen fire

try to consume me...

and yet I run.

My feet find purchase on 

the slick ground,

and my breath heaves

like I am dying...

but I'm not.

I'm running

out of the raging inferno

and into the arms of the people

who love me.

 

I will run until I find my home again.

 

 

Comments5

  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷😸

    Fiery and sublime, like dark thrill or soulful. Deep abstracts in poem possibly and in metaphor. Thumbs up.

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  • Christina8

    Great picture to go with your poem! It was very descriptive. Great poem! I enjoyed reading it.

  • SabreLi

    Wow, personally I think this is your best yet - certainly the one I love most! I love the imagery you paint here and yet despite it's hellish atmosphere you write of something beautiful - escape from the depths of despair. I love it, great work! xx

  • Elegant_Style

    thank you all so much!!

  • Augustus

    How timely with the fire in Oakland, Calif. USA. Nicely done.



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