I hear the chaos of the aftermath.
Sirens are blaring,
Frantic screams are increasing.
The smell of burning scorches my nose
Like the cold air on a winter day.
Smoke clogs my airway.
I feel trapped.
My mouth feels filthy,
It tastes of ash and dirt.
All I see is darkness.
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Kendall, you did a good job with this poem; I like the line breaks and the imagery. My favorite line is "The smell of burning scorches my nose / like the cold air on a winter day." This was a nice contrast between hot and cold senses which both feel like burning. The darkness could be both literal and emotional/spiritual.
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