Burnt To The Ground Poem by Dead Ducky

I open my eyes to see a fire.
It keeps getting bigger abd bigger.
As hot as itmay be,
It burns slowly,
Making the preson suffer.
I feel sorry for the person.
Watching her in so much pain,
Is unbarible.
While she's burning,
I get a good look at her.
She looks so fimiler,
Yet so diffrent.
I weins as she hits the ground.
I can feel the rush of the wind blowing her hair back.
The shattering of my knees as we hit the ground.
But most of all,
I feel the fire.
Like I'm the one being burnt.
At that moment I relis who she is.
She is me.
I am the one being torched.
I was watching myself,
Making those horried decisions.
It was clear as I watched,
Like looking in a gaint mirror.
The worst part,
Was seeing me fall to peices,
Then try to put them back together.
I was burnt,
Burried,
Left,
And forgoten about,
In the ground.