Quarantine Poetry Day 51-The Last Word

It shatters the silence

And every letter

Breaks another window

You want to escape

There are no ladders

As the final letter drops

You see the building 

Had been on fire the entire time

You want to escape

This five story conversation

And the last word

Locked the door as it left

Leaving you behind

With no escape

And screaming out 

Their name for help

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