Seth awoke in a terror sweat <br />engulfed by flames <br />licking at his bed. <br />His cries of final anguish <br />piercing the midnight silence. <br /> <br />His shaking three year old frame, <br />would not, could not <br />assimilate the coos and solace <br />from deluded parents - <br />speaking rubbish of nightmares <br />while the whole universe <br />blazed with terminal fire. <br /> <br />A yard or so across the room, <br />illumined by a night light's slender beams, <br />a child's Hot Wheel raceway, <br />decaled with crimson - yellow flames <br />benignly rested on a table. <br /> <br /><I>May, 2008</I><br /><br />Robert Charles Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-by-fire/
