I stand alone in the fire,
Waiting for my legs to go ablaze;
Hoping my mind isn’t singed,
Standing there for countless days.
I wait to be saved from doom,
To be pulled out alive;
I won’t be burned completely,
My brains won’t be fried.
As the flames burn past my knees,
I can see a figure far away;
Closer and closer it appears,
Hoping I won’t have to stay.
There she is,
To douse the flames;
She gets close to me,
And it starts to rain.
She saved me from burning,
Saved me from hell;
You’ll be here for me always,
I can already tell.
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Hi Kenny! I've read most of your poems and I think so far this is your best! Gave you a ten! God Bless, Linda