Nico di Angelo was made by Rick Riordan, not me. This poem was inspired by Nico di Angelo and the terrible tragedy of 9/11.
Lives Burn In Fire
Nico di Angelo stared at the fire.
His life burned and he knew he was too tired,
To carry on living,
For it seemed it was killing
Him.
The pain he went through day by day,
never seemed to go away.
It hung around and burned his soul,
And crushed the fragments of dreams untold.
He wanted to end it all,
For his story had told it all.
Yet his story wasn't done,
But the pain just made him run.
It seemed day by day,
his story's pages flew away.
Soon the story would be finished,
And Nico di Angelo would have vanished,
Into the depths of his mind,
And nobody would ever find
The one that was trapped under his broken down soul,
The one that was lost in the cold.
He felt like he was trapped under the towers,
After their tall frames had been devoured.
Because that's what happened to his soul,
Two planes crashed into it and he was lost in the cold.
For the cold was the bitterness and betrayal,
For his experience was too much and he fell of the cable,
That held him together within,
But now his pain would win.
He took his dagger and his knife,
Then tried to take his own life,
Yet he survived like our country did,
But he knew know he was no longer a kid.
The scars that ran along his neck and wrists,
Made the ultimate list,
Of all the things that haunt him,
And he feels like an emptied out tin.
When someone tries to speak to him,
It echos around his walls inside,
begging for him to make himself die.