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A tragic event that brought him down
His house, left in total shambles

Disaster had struck, while he was away
He was out for his nightly amble

Clouds of smoke, darkened the skies
Ash and soot, covered his clothing

The fires had finally begun to die
All he felt was his own self-loathing

He never thought this would happen

Though he seemed not to care

This house, filled with hatred and doom

Watching as embers, sparked and flared
From the window, of his very own room

Wondering if he was meant to be
Inside, when the fires ignited

Stepping back, from the heat of the flames
How could he have been so shortsighted?




April Writing Prompt:  Catastrophic calamities – Day 20/30

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