His Head

Flames fly over his head.

He can't see them but

he feels them burn.

Children scream in his ear.

He can't see them but he feels

their hurt.

I am telling him to stay.

He sees me, hears me but breaks the

promise anyway.

I can't feel his heart.

I can see it as it breaks and

burns.

I can see his tears.

But I can't hear them anymore. 

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This poem is sad too...like I said before. I'm sorry...