Fire Work Poem

I’m Rocketing Through The Sky, Glowing Like A Beacon of Light,

I’m Rocketing Through The Sky, Ripping Up the Atmosphere Like a person would rip up paper,

I’m Rocketing Through The Sky, Screeching like a door that hasn’t been opened for a century

I’m Rocketing Through The Sky, Exploding Like a Balloon Full of Confetti

I’m Rocketing Through The Sky, Leaving My Ashes Glittering In the Night Sky

All I’ve become is a heap of gunpowder gliding through the sky