Angry Arson Poem by Destry Miller

Angry Arson



The anger dies after the fire quiets,
Ashes are all that's left and they remind
Of a fire that burned in a hungry riot,
That burned all it could find.
It was there and gone too quickly to see,
leaving only it's ashes behind.
The useless remains of what used to be;
This angry arson, a furious crime.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: anger,ashes,fire,leaving
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