Fire Of Death Poem by luke stanley owen

Fire Of Death

Rating: 5.0


this war
is made with fire
and fear

I am sad as
the wind blow
on my cold dirty hands

I think about
my family
and friends
I will
leave this war
and see them again

but something has just hit me
i fall to the ground
as the pain runs fiercely
through my body

as i slowly die
i cry
knowing i will never
see them again.

Gone

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nicola Owen 19 October 2009

Well done Luke that is really really good x x

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Carol Gall 17 October 2009

like the title fits your write i like this one 10

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