Poetry Unplugged

The image is burned in my mind, the night my childhood went dark.3:30 a.m. was the time. My parents ran in, scared to death.Smoke alarms blared, 8ft flames filled the kitchen air. We grabbed an animal and headed out the door. All that was seen through the windows was flames and soot. Life has never been the same. I’m scarred for life ever since the day,my childhood turned to soot in my house.