Before I Died
Bright light chasing me
Coughing my way out
Door after door the light is still following me
Heat is rising and smoke fills the rooms
As I round the corner for the exit I hear a slight cry
I stop and turn to the light
I must run to the light and the crying
The light gets hotter as I get closer
The cry of scared, frightened and trapped gets louder
My hair is now curling in the heat
I turn to a door that is closed with the cries inside
I back up and run as fast as a cheetah towards the door with my shoulder
The cries are coming from a little girl holding her doll
The ceiling is about to collapses
I grab her and jumped out the window
I put her down and collapsed
As I closed my eyes the little girl hugged me as saying thanks for saving me
That was the very last thing I saw
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i suck at coming up with stories but when it comes to poems i have a wild imagination
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