All the Matches

 All the Matches
  
 Your house is burning
 Fuel the fire, make some s'mores
 Dance around as your life and family
 Smoke and die inside
  
 See it spread from house to house
 Feel the heat as the flames envelop the crowd
  
 Roast your wieners on stick
 As your hamlet burns up real quick
  
 A nation engulfed by flames
 Watch citizen douse them with oil
 Cook like popcorn, bursting open
  
 A world inflamed gone up in flames
 Nothing but an explosive maze
  
 All as the two of us turn and weep
 For all the matches, yet left untouched.
  
 10/4/20 – Andy McRae 

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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