Forest Fire

All I did was strike the match

And then I watched the forest burn.

People screaming, trees falling

Studying the leaves as they turn

Into a black charcoal-ed mess

Crumbling slowly to the floor.

I’m standing, staring at the chaos,

But, no, I haven’t said a word.

The world’s screaming but I’m silent.

Because they wouldn't say them first.

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Wow, love the depth in this one.
Amazing write.