Burn

Unfortunate events in life...
Once the night was cold
a girl wanders as she holds
a little red can and box of matches
turning the handle as she dashes
away from the fire and into the night
staring in awe of the red glowing light
now she knows she is all alone
she starts through the forest headed for home
she stares in fright at the fiery burn
then she decides to take her turn
when they look back to all that’s past
saying how could this happen so fast
they remember her body lying burnt in the ashes
holding a little red can and box of matches

By Cameron Smith
Published: 7/16/2005		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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