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okay. this poem is about a high schooler who arsonated because of a bet.
as a result, peoples die and she gets permanently injured. as you imagine,iit is hard on her. then she falls in to comma. she wakes up from it and recieve hug from her mother.
as a result, peoples die and she gets permanently injured. as you imagine,iit is hard on her. then she falls in to comma. she wakes up from it and recieve hug from her mother.
Unfamiliar place, Unfamiliar self.
Memories far beyond my grasp.
Flickering on and off,
smirking at all my attemts,
as I walk, clueless,
around this hell, the maze.
Flashes of them come and go,
teasing me, daring me.
To remember. Do I want to?
For horror it is, those pictures I see.
One, Not as gory as other,
though it's troubling as it could be.
Keeping me wondering,wandering.
Other contains great licking flames
and scream to shatter your soul.
This one contains plain white walls
and lines stuck to me, only hazy tangle.
So thinking, trying to remember,
alway wondering,wandering,
I spended months inside that maze.
one moment I opened my eyes.
I realized, that maze,those time
were merely mirror of the truth.
I learned that it was far more worse.
in this "coma" doctors call
for so long time, for days and month
I had hidden from all
"Poor child." I hear them say.
"With everlasting injuries".
What if they know I caused the fire,
simply wanting to belong?
Thinking it was just some bit juvenile act.
I clicked the lighter.
because what could go wrong?
My mother hugs me, tear falling down.
I am crippled,I brought it to myself.
Still,little hope dare to sugest.
If my mother dependable, big,
hold on to me forever,
never allowing wondering
or even little wandering
I might just possibly survive.
