Watch it Burn

I watch,
They light up the match,

I call,
They listen, but can’t hear.

I point,
They look, but can’t see,
And the floor is soaked with gasoline.

I see,
The lit match falls,

I yell,
They’re deaf to my cries.

I wave,
They ‘re blind, as smoke rises,
And the flames lick at their feet.

I stand,
and watch it burn.

Tymen

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