firefighter tears poem by freepain.

yes i know its not the best written I'm not the best at poems, but this is something i wrote the night after it happen. i hope you all like it, and it helps anyone that has had this happen, learn from it and can move on.

a calm summer day, so peacefully, you lay relaxed, to the call comes in.

gear goes on, tight, heavy. the fear sets in as you look apon hell itself. burning and eating, the fire pops and roars as people lay and cry, watching all they ever work for being destroyed.

you hear the cry of a mother and father "MY CHILD MY CHILD! SHE IS STILL INSIDE!" hoses are pulled axes as hand, you the firefighter rush in with your friends.

on hands and knees you move around, fill the wall? good... wheres my partner? a tap on the heel of the boot lates you know.

no light to see you go in blind, hoping to fine the child that is lost.

your skin is burning, the ground is hot, were am i at? i hope im not lost!

all of a sudden theirs light to see, a glowing red fire screams at me. it burns the walls, it brakes the beams, the devil himself is after me.

before you can move your friend moves in, and hits it hard with the hose he carried in.

fire is yelling in pain, as it moves and try to run, but the skill of the hose man puts and end to it.

the fire is out but your job is not done, you still have a child that is lost.

you move into the room were the child sleep and you pry to god you are not to late.

you fill of a bed, and move your hand across, and fill of a leg... is it hers? you lift the child so small and still. call on the radio, i have found the girl!

the chief calls back, good job firefighter, their is a ladder at the window, look out we are braking it.

the glass is shattered and you see the light other firefighters stand their and wave to come quickly.

all are out, you pull of gear, as you see the ems working and doing their best. time is stopped as you wait and see, their is no movement from her, not even a twitch.

the tears some soon as the ems have done all that could, the little girl is lost, nothing more you can do.

you set in your bed, trying to see what had happen, was their something i should have done more?

you cry and weep as the time passes, and vow to do better, when the job comes again.

a calm summer day, so peacefully, you lay relaxed, to the call comes in.

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[uberfreepain]

would like to get it re witted by someone that can make it at lest sound better.

[countyfirefighter09]

man it was great dont rewrite it. it sounds great in your words the way it is.

[penny33300]

this is good, I could feel the emotion