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My house engulfed in flames.
With fire that’s untamed.
No water to relinquish it.
I’m wishing it would rain.
Instead I watch it burn.
The crackling of the wood and the hovering blackness.
The scene draws a crowd like your favorite actress.
The spectators bear witness,
With no inclination to respond.
They become still shadows,
Silhouettes upon the lawn.
Possessions are all gone.
Through fire they’re consumed.
We watch the busy flames
Until the fire engines croon.
In a daze, I’m not in tuned
And everything is gloom
As hazy as the sight
I watched my home destroyed in the middle of the night
