His Eyes Staring Wild

His Eyes Staring Wild

 

The house was on fire,

and it let in so many fears,

a distant cry rising,

the firefighter ran for the stairs,

the thick smoke came,

followed by the crackling and roaring flame,

it was a child’s cry,

as the child watched the firefighter

through squinting eyes,

with the fire filling the stairwell around him,

his throat thickened as it wanted to choke,

and the air made room for the smoke,

small hands reached out toward him,

the firefighter stammered,

the flames banging,

and the smoke hammered,

the air filled with cries, with screams,

and the firefighter’s emotion streams,

the fire rose,

and the firefighter froze,

he turned,

then like kerosene soaked wood,

the child burned,

his speech slurred,

everything around him was blurred,

curling like paper in the fire,

as the child’s face sunk,

his eyes staring wild

as the flames consumed the child.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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Moms-Secret 4 years ago from Central Florida

OH NO! How could he freeze? I was reading so happily until the twist came. Then my eyebrows scrunched and I wanted to fight the twist. It is such a hard job. I know that they are only human but this was still my natural reaction. Great piece.

You do a lot of contrast with what is 'supposed' to be and what is...

Poor child. Wish they had a button for sad, tragic, or vividly expressed!


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Moms-Secret 4 years ago from Central Florida

LOL, thank you Frank. Maybe only on Thursdays?... :D


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

lol.. i bet its every day..


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Sad, sad write Frank!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks for stopping by Audrey :)


lovedoctor926 3 years ago

Brilliant Frank... just brilliant!!!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

No you're brilliant Marlene :)


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Marlin 55 3 years ago from USA

Great job Frank as always. You write on subjects that are tocuhy and always do a great job.


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Frank Atanacio 18 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks Marlin good to see you :)


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Jodah 18 months ago from Queensland Australia

How did I miss this one first time around Frank. Being an ex-firefighter I can relate to this story though being in a volunteer rural brigade we mainly fight grass and forest fires..rarely houses/buildings. Fire is a powerful and scary thing and effects everyone differently. Great poem, though sad. voted up.


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Frank Atanacio 18 months ago from Shelton Author

bless you bro, that is a tough job ...

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