The fire starts quietly enough
Burning from some old underbrush
Catching some old dry wood
I sit there watching thinking to myself good
The dry wood crackles
Sounding almost like a madman’s cackle
And the flame begin
To ascend
Even quicker
Engulfing the house in even thicker
Clouds of noxious smoke
The wind blows my way and I choke
Even so I laugh inside
Giddy with excitement
I watch my childhood home fall
And never once think to call
Anyone for help at all
I just sit back with a smile
Enjoying the scene
Thinking all the while
This is such a scream
Deep inside I yearn
To stop it all
But instead I let it burn
And watch it fall