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What Is Happening. . .? A few moments ago I was snug in my own world. . . the next thing I know I am high above the ground? How did I get here? I open one eye. . . it's such a long way down. I hate heights. I am so scared. Help ! I don't want to be here. Why am I here? Then I see something coming towards me what is that? It's getting closer, it looks like a a flame and I can feel the heat what is happening? oh no ! It's burning me. . . help but no help comes. . . then suddenly a cool breeze from somewhere aahhh, it is soothing me the pain is beginning to leave But, now that it's better, I begin to feel cold then, warm again and cold...what is happening to me now? and as I look down I see something. . . it looks clear is it water? Then I feel myself slipping oh no ! I'm going to fall ! don't let me fall, please.. I am so scared...then I feel a bump, something lets go and I am flying through the air. with a thud I hit the ground. . . I lay in a heap. . . I cannot move...but I see. . . how can I see, now? but, there is . . . something in the sky above. . .it's coming at me closer and closer oh no. . . it's. . . I feel that heat again haven't I suffered enough It's burning, crushing me I try to scream but there is no sound. . . Suddenly. . . It is over. . . I am only a memory. my life snuffed out in a heap of ashes. . . in this ashtray. © 5-1-2000 Donna Friedrichs ~¿ô |
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