Near the Inferno

• Artist: The Bored Procrastinator
• Description: I wrote this in bed Friday. I couldn't sleep because of a crown fire burning in the town next door. The sky was smokey and I couldn't sleep because the smell was too strong to let me rest. This poem iswhat I thought of all of it.
• Date: 08/02/2010
• Tags: near inferno fire burn

Flames make their way through the land,
their fingers reaching for the sky.
Dark smoke stretches its awful hand;
it comes closer and closer to you and I.

They want to stop it, but try as they might,
the fire chooses not to cease.
I wish for rain to fall tonight,
because the smoke, my nose it won't release.

My eyes water, I cough, and sneeze.
When will this inferno die away?
I lay here in bed not at ease.
Will it ever stop one day?

Comments

[Stupid Gee]

wow,! this is realllyyy qud smile

[Cloom]

That is good, you should be a long-time poet.