To Know The Fire First Hand! Poem by anthony rubino

TO KNOW THE FIRE FIRST HAND1
I REMENBER THE HORROR STORIES MY UNCLE BUTCH,
THE FIREMEN USED TO TELL MY MOTHER OF HIS JOB.
HE’D SAY, IT’S ALIVE,
SO ONE CAN’T HELP BUT RESPECT IT,
FOR IT TO ONLY WISHES TO SURVIVE!

ALITTLE LESS THAN A YEAR AGO,
I MET THE MOST FEARED ELEMENT OF THE UNIVERSE FIRST HAND,
BUT IN FLAMES NOT LONG WAS I ABLE TO STAND!

ON THAT DAY, MY WINGS WERE SINGED, SCORCHED, AND BURNED!
ON THAT DAY, AGAIN DEATH WOULD KNOCK!
ON THAT DAY, HIS WAY, A GUARDIAN WOULD BLOCK!
TIC TOC TIC TOC, ONCE AGAIN I FACING THE CLOCK! !

BUT HEAVEN WON’T HAVE ME,
AND THE DEVIL DOES’T WHAT TO,
WELL LETS JUST SAY NONE CAN CONTROL ME!

ONE THING
FEAR HAS NEVER EXSISTED OR TOUCHED MY MIND,
IT WAS SAID IWAS CUT FROM THE CLOTH OF A DIFFERENT KIND!

TO BE CHARRED, BLISTERED, AND SCARRED WAS MY RIGHT.
MY INJURES WERE EXTENSIVE AND EXTREME.

I WAS ALONE ON THE TABE,
NO TEAPOT, NO LADLE NOR MY BEAUTIFUL DANCING SABLE!

BIT BY BIT AND PIECE BY PIECE THE SURGEONS’REMOVED THE CHARRED
RUINED SKIN!
SURGERIES PERSISTED,
SOON I’D BE WEAEING ANOTHERS MANUFACTURED SKIN!
OPENED UP, WHILE THEY WORKED ON ME,
SOMETHING ELSE CRAWLED IN,
A HORROR MOVIE,
NOW I WAS TRAPPED WITHIN!

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE REAL FEAR WAS TO SET IN!
THIS WAS NO DREAM I WOULD SCREAM,
I WAS LIVING AND SEEING A NIGHTMARE!

THEY KEPT ME UNDER TO KEEP AWAY THE PAIN,
BUT DEEP INSIDE I WAS LOSING IT,
I WAS GOING INSANE!
THE THINGS I’D SAW,
FOE ALL I’D SHOW,
IF ONLY I COULD DRAW!

FRIENDS, BEN AND RAPHEAL WENT AND CAME,
THE MORE L WAS UNDER,
THE MORE DISCONNECTED I WITH REALITY I BECAME!

OH I WAS TROUBLE,
NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE I WAS TO ESCAPE THE BURN UNITS
8 TH FLOOR,
POSTED NOW
WAS A GUARD AT MY DOOR!

I WOULD CURSE AND SHOUT,
WHAT WASN’T NAILED DOWN IN MY ROOM,
WITH MY LEFT,
I’D THROW ALL ABOUT!

I AM A CHILD AND I WAS SCAIRED,
I WAS ACTING ON MY FEAR,
WHO’D EVER LISTEN,
I’D TELL OF THE NIGHTMARE!

THERE WAS NURSE AND THERPIST,
SHE’D WRAP MY WINGS,
AS SOON AS SHE WAS GONE,
I’D UNWRAP THE BLASTED THINGS!

SHE’D SAY, MR. RUBINO, ANTHONY
YOU MUST TRY AND MOVE YOUR DIGITS,
AS ALWAYS THE CHILD JUST SITS AND FIGITS!

MY WINGS WERE TO BE SINGED, SCORCHED, AND BURNED,
THE USE OF MY ENTIRE RIGHT HAD TO BE RELEARNED!
TWEEDLE DEE AND TWEEDLE DUM,
DO TO NERVE DAMAGE THE RIGHT SHALL FOREVER BE NUMB!

TO HEAL WITHOUT ATRACE WAS MY HEAD AND FACE,
THE RIGHT HAND NEVER THE SAME SHALL IT FEEL,
THE SCARRS ARE AWFUL, UGLY AND PAJNFUL,
BUT LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE IN MY LIFE,
I WILL HAVE TO MANAGE AND DEAL!
BUT FROM WHAT, FROM THE NIGHTMARE NEVER HEAL!

TILL THIS DAY I HAVE NO REMENBERANCE OF THE FIRE,
IT MY BE A GOOD THING,
FOR ONCE AGAIN, THE CHILD IS IN DEFIANCE!

I WAS TO SURVIVE THE FLAMES,
AND ONCE AGAIN I’LL MANAGE TO THRIVE,
WHILE I’M STILL ALIVE!

I WAS TO KNOW THE FLAMES OF THE FIRE FIRST HAND,
YES I FELL,
BUT NOW AGAIN, I MUST, FOR I MUST STAND!

THANK YOU CORNELL BY ANTHONY “GHOST “ RUBINO