Burning HouseA Poem by Summer WindtonA poem, on inspirtation from the music video "Love the Way You Lie" by Eminem feat. Rihanna
Burning House
The house is now on fire, The blazes gettin' high. I gotta get out, Before I catch on fire. I know what caused the fire, My hestitation, my remorse. Now I may die in this blaze, But I prayed for the worse. I set my own house on fire, It's been afire for awhile. And I knew it, but why, I should've gotten out. Now the doorway's blocked, The doorknob's hot. The windows are boarded, There's no way out. He wants me to stay, I wanna go. No, he says, You ain't never gonna go! He sits at our kitchen table, The floral design is chipping off. He lights a cigarette, closes his eyes, He's probably praying, I guess. I sit in the living room, The fire's seeping through the walls. The heat is reaching me, I feel it through my bones. I look over at him, Taking another puff. I wanna slap the crap outta him, But I better not; he's on that stuff. I hear my screams as the fire engulfs me, I can hardly breathe. I know I will never survive this, Another day I'll never see. As I burn, I know I'm dying As he watches from the other room. My last look at him as I saw he was leaving through the window, Saving himself and leaving me to face my doom. I should've left this burning house, Stupid girl I was to ignore my strife, But I had to please him, do what he wanted, Now I'm done with my life. © 2011 Summer WindtonFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSummer WindtonAboutI'm like the wind. I come and go. Born of the wind, and I will go back, with the wind. Some write for fortune, some for fame. Some because of grief or envy. I write because it was my destiny. .. more..Writing
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