destruction

The week is so hectic and floating around in chaos
The spin of everything hanging in suspension in the air
Staring into space you see the people falling out of the building
The mother praying the family will be okay
The two month year old baby is the only thing on her mind
Flames crawl to the top of the post office
Reducing the mail and the P.O. Boxes to ash

Fire has brought me to write this out. My life, the bad memories which have once again been released.