Hate is a candle.
It starts as a small
flame, contained and controlled, completely
safe. But the
smallest touch and it
bursts with life. It spreads
rapidly,
out of control.
Everything scatters, running from the
destructive force. The
gray, dense air ready to
engulf anything.
Once it is full,
full from its hungry demolition, and after the
choking smoke clears, the wreckage is
clear. A
once plentiful forest
now a wasteland of
black char. An erie
silence fills the area.
Life slowly grows back but
never the same
again.
It starts as a small
flame, contained and controlled, completely
safe. But the
smallest touch and it
bursts with life. It spreads
rapidly,
out of control.
Everything scatters, running from the
destructive force. The
gray, dense air ready to
engulf anything.
Once it is full,
full from its hungry demolition, and after the
choking smoke clears, the wreckage is
clear. A
once plentiful forest
now a wasteland of
black char. An erie
silence fills the area.
Life slowly grows back but
never the same
again.
I love the colors! The poem was really good to Mary! NICE JOB!
ReplyDeleteMary you did a really good job! Your word choice was excellent and i felt that you really got into the poem! WONDERFUL!!!!
ReplyDelete-Mallory