Nothing Left

I haven't quite gotten to the requests yet but I just felt the need to post something i wrote a few weeks ago. Based on, well life. It's all good now though :)

Tears burned in the back of my throat just like the fire had burned the apartment downstairs from us only a few weeks ago. Almost three to be exact. There was nothing left.

Black soot covered many of the outlets and the stairwell. There was nothing left.

It was the first time I had seen it like this, desolate and destroyed. There was nothing left.

I remember walking into what used to he my room for the first time. Now there was nothing left.

It looked worse than when I had moved my belongings in. Now the floor was covered in dust and insulation and my belongings were being chemically cleaned in ways I honestly don't care to know right now.

There's nothing left in that apartment, nothing but an independent life that had been postponed, an independent life I know I've earned myself.

Of course I'm upset about this no doubt, but there's gotta be something good left from this situation.

There has to be something left....

Author's Note

Not exactly sure what improvements I could make on it so any kind of comment would help :) Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Chris]

Repetition does strongly emphasize but too much takes away from the work. The line is very fine. Four lines in a row for me was too many. At the end the twist was well said.

[Nia Hope]

Thank you for the review and thanks for taking the time to read it :)

[Mark]

I think you have written from your heart and been honest. That is the .amings of great writing. Few of us can imagine what this must be like. You have told us what it is like for you. Good work.

[Nia Hope]

Thank you very much and thank you for reading.

[Cody Williams]

It's very well written! Thanks for sharing!

-CW

[Nia Hope]

Thanks for reading!

[Laminators Dubai]

its seems a well writen write to me...so well penned ...
keep sharing!
^^^

[Nia Hope]

Thanks for reading :)