A Figment of My Imagination

The fire was crackling,

burning my eyes with fear,

I'm engulfed in the heat and my heart speeds as fast as the bullet that was shot

into my mother's chest when she went to war.

I thought of everyone I had ever known and loved,

and I closed my eyes

praying to God, it was going to be okay.

Then BOOM!

It was too late.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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