Close Call Poem by Ima Ryma

Driving my car I lost control.
The gas ignited into fire
After ramming into a pole.
I knew my situation dire
When I tried but could not get out.
The flames and smoke were ev'rywhere.
My breath was gone, I could not shout.
The fiery heat consumed all air.
Red, yellow, orange danced all around
Me, stuck there in a helpless state.
I heard a sizzling, popping sound.
All I could do was sit and wait.

Before I was but chunks of char
Strangers did pull me from the car.