A Word With Mor3 Than 1 D3f3niton Poem by maira galeana

Burning Completely,
Every part Screaming 2 Be Free,
To Stop The Fire? ! ?
“Water! Water! Cold, Cold, Water! ”
Nothing Can Be Done,
It’s Too Late And Strong.
Tears Are Running,
Burning More And More,
Every Time They Run Down Cheeks.
Eyes, Seeing Things,
Wishing 2 Be Blind.
Ears, Hearing Things,
Wishing 2 Be Deaf.
Nose, Smelling Things,
Wishing It Wouldn’t Of.
Hands, Feeling Things,
Wishing, To Destroy.
Every Part,
Every Single Human Thing,
Everything,
Just Wishing To Be Gone…
Gone,
So For Fire Never Reached Them,
But If Only Flame Of Fire,
Really Touched Them….