My Writing- The Fire Within

I see it burning and smile
The screaming inside becomes
I concentrate solely on the
Colours and the smell
Red, gold, orange, yellow
The tinge of old popcorn and
I breathe it all in and close my eyes
People jostle and push
Until I’m at the
Back of the crowd
I don’t care
I don’t want to see
I want to hear
The crackling
And imagine his smile as he
Lifts his arms and draws everything in
I open my eyes and take
A last look
I turn away
The fire within


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