Ooh! I wrote this poem about a month ago and it just so happens to be titled The Burn. I must submit...to the handcuffs.

The Burn
Speared residence
No hesitance
Spare precedence
Surface to air
Treasure chest
Dirt and debris
Mercury sea
Orange cloud flee
Burning up
Turning up
Downtrodden it
Drained bog sit
Merciless
Those turbulent
Scream and shout
Flipping out
Holding you
Turn a clue
Eagle flew
Side road
Rock erode
Bouncing round
Slamming sound
Dreaming to escape
Living to return