Friday, May 27, 2016

Wasted?

Wasted?

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)



My eyes detected dense smoke afar off.
Closer. My nose twitched; I began to choke.
Ground underneath me shook; it rattled.
Fear overtook. I curled--head to knees; then peeked.

Look! A ladder appeared from invisible overhead.
I gazed in confusion; then instead looked forward.
A strong voice suggested, "The rung! Take hold!"
Though, bold, I stay chained to a stupor. To No Safety Swung.

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