Category : Poems

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The smell of burning brick
I can still smell it
The harsh cold wet thickens in the air
I find myself laying down on my bed
A witness
The all of alls
I can't Express how I am feeling
That could have been me
That could have been us
What am I 
How does one go about
Moving through fire
The smoke rises and ashes scatter
I just want to know
Why is my city
My home
Engulfed by the inferno 
Brooklyn is burning 
The steel is melting the power is gone
They sky filled with darkness
Cold, wet, humid, and ablaze 
Finally the water comes back on
And I can bathe in it's cool liquid 
And farewell to this burning Brooklyn