An English sonnet.


Firefighter

I rush in again
Feeling the flames and the heat all around
Sweating, temperature rising, heart beating faster
But there is no sound

I search from room to room
My anxiety rising as I stare at each void
My heart is chilled and I'm so cold
Soon this building will be destroyed

Frantically searching to no avail
Like a dog that's picked up some faint scent
Time's running out, the clock has melted
I am frozen and so spent

I need to find you soon
Or I'll be singing my own tune.









Poetry by Xuxa
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Written on 2006-11-08 at 06:22

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Kathy Lockhart
I read this poem before I really paid attention to the title and it gave me the urgent feeling of being trapped in a fire. Wow!
2006-11-08