Wandering Scarlet

Rookie (June 1,1991 / Richmond hill)

House Of Fire - Poem by Wandering Scarlet

whenever i step in
my spirit bursts in flames
my soul cries in pain
my brain engites in rage
i cannot survive in this house
the pressure
the stress
the gloom
it eats away at me
like fire eats paper
every moment burns my insides
hardens me on the outside
like burnt toast
i become hard and coarse
nobody wants burnt toast
nobody wants me
walls collapse around me
everything turns to ash
everything turns black
every moment is painful
i cant get out of it
this house is my life
and i live in this house

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Comments about House Of Fire by Wandering Scarlet

  • Rookie - 0 Points Anita Blake (4/6/2007 9:40:00 PM)

    I love this poem i know exactly the feelings in this poem. I really really love this poem. It says the exact the way i feel about my house, lol. Great job. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011


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