Wild Fire

Seeing this empty lot,
Once my home,
In one turn,
Knowing I saw it.
Burn.

The heat of the fire,
Close to my skin,
At that moment,
Having nothing within.

Seeing those I hate burn,
Seeing me smile and turn,
Walking away with,
The sound of scream in my ear,
Knowing their look of fear,
And me not giving a tear.

Knowing they are dying,
I can’t do a thing,
Just to stand and watch,
Hearing their scream,
For the fire was me,
I started it all,
Just to see the ones I hate,
Kneel and fall.