Fire,fire
That consumed
my faith,
That burned
my eyes,
That filled
my heart with smoke,
That overwhelmed
my life.
Hope, hope
That loved
me through the journey,
That kept
my head held high,
That kept
me moving,
That did not
Leave me,
That allowed
me not to vanish into the night.
Henry,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your poem. You did a really good job pulling together phrases that sound good and make sense. I also think you did a good job creating an overall theme for your poem. Nice work!