I Go Back To October 2005

I had to write a poem based on a picture from my life for AP English 4, copying the tone and form of a Sharon Olds poem, I Go Back to May 1937.

I see them arund the fire,
I see Anthony try to control it,
flames lick around the dry stick,
the bark falling into the powerful inferno,
I see me with an ignorant grin,
my world still happy and untouched,
the cool October breeze washing over all of us,
we don't know it's about to get worse,
we are naive in our own minds.
I would say Stop! but how else will we learn?
I would say Jonathan's the wrong one,
he will bring nothing but misery,
you will do things never done,
you will cry, you will ache,
you will want to die.
I want to go up to them,
on that dark October night,
looking into those innocent faces,
wishing they would understand. But I can't.
I need that pain, I need that suffering.
I watch the events unfold with
drunken parties, floating in the clouds,
and nights of pure ecstacy.
What will happen will happen,
and I will tell about it.