Fire

on the spot

i remember

this house

i once lived in

once

wasn't that a life ago

or something

and now

suddenly

the memory

keeps replaying

as if playing a game of roulette

and i am its downfall

there's fire

i smell smoke

i see the people

wrapped up in cloaks

they refuse to blame me

for i am their queen

but i am the one

so blame me

blame me

don't put my people at distress

because of what i did

and my big mess

i wish i did care

and hadn't lied

cheated

and stolen

but the truth

my dear friends

is that the kingdom

has been potent

Reviews

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

Intriguing and poignant write....loved how you wrote the poem down the right side of the page....cleverly done.