Cold Flames Poem by Paul Flanagan

Cold Flames

Rating: 5.0


Flames gently lick the ceiling,
The heat’s piercing glare.
Which way to turn?
Red hot smoke in every breath,
The once bright walls now black;
It’s over.
Brightness all around,
No pain whatsoever.
Is this real?
Time for life’s next chapter.

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