A Slim Figure Rising
The burning building was hell,
no survivors as far as he could tell,
he shouted out in pain,
he suffered a mental drain,
gagging on the bad air,
as he fought the fear,
the smoke was nearly visible in the twilight,
the fire-fighters did put up a good fight,
the flames were thick and he choked,
so much damage, and so much smoke,
a slim figure rising and stumbled toward him,
he found it difficult to choke out a word,
but he made enough sounds to be heard,
he moaned, groaned,
shaking his head,
a hand pulled him to safety,
and he realized he wasn’t amongst the dead.
no survivors as far as he could tell,
he shouted out in pain,
he suffered a mental drain,
gagging on the bad air,
as he fought the fear,
the smoke was nearly visible in the twilight,
the fire-fighters did put up a good fight,
the flames were thick and he choked,
so much damage, and so much smoke,
a slim figure rising and stumbled toward him,
he found it difficult to choke out a word,
but he made enough sounds to be heard,
he moaned, groaned,
shaking his head,
a hand pulled him to safety,
and he realized he wasn’t amongst the dead.
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