The smell of burning flesh,
arouses me from my bed,
and i watch,
and the flames burn.
It sizzles as it burns,
like fat frying in a pan,
burning everything in sight,
and coming closer every second.
Waiting for it to engulf me,
not really fearing death,
not really fearing the pain.
Nor am i wishing to live,
nor wanting to die.
Just accepting death and thinking,
about those already dead,
and those about to die,
all their cares,
hopes, fears, dreams, wishes,
everything they lived for,
everyone they loved.
Wondering how many suffered,
wondreing how many were already dead,
dead to the world outside,
dead to themselves inside,
and how many were barely alive,
young in youth and inexperienced,
how many had just taken,
their first breath,
first step,
first kiss, first anything,
and how many were abnotu to die,
who had lived out their lives,
depressed and lonely,
or full of happiness and compainionship,
thinking about all the pets,
and their loyalty to masters,
liek slaves on a leash,
only for "loving reasons,"
and who had never had freedom,
and never tasted butter,
and had never cried?
how many had never smelled,
somethign beautiful before?
who had never had a friend,
who had lost all the ones they loved,
who had never loved before,
the ones hiding inside,
nto wanting to come out,
all the ones that welcomed death,
all the ones who wanted,
wished and wanted ot survive,
thinking who had just survived,
from a life-threatening surgery,
onyl to die?
who had just found their soul mate,
and had never told them,
who had ended a relationship in a fight,
who was takign their last breath,
who was just relaxing,
what was being said,
in their last breath?
was somebody writing before the flames,
and finished their life long story,
as the flames engulfed them,
what had been prayed,
and who had listened?
what light had just turned on,
and what darkness had just fallen,
what masterpiece was being created,
who's love had just started,
who died at their wedding,
who died at a funeral,
how many had been home,
just abotu to call,
someone they loved,
to make amends,
who had just recovered,
from major pain,
who had just had the greatest day?
how many had just learned something useful?
and who had just started school,
for the first day of their life,
how many had just killed,
or just birthed,
or saved a life?
how many had just tripped,
or stumbled,
or fallen just once,
who was rebuilding,
or restarting their life,
how many good people,
had just died?
how many trees had burned,
and flowers had wilted,
and ashes had flown away,
how barren it all is,
with just dirt left,
how blue the sky was,
above the flames,
was it overcast or clear?
how perfect was the day?
who had hoped or prayed,
who had screamed in fright,
wondering who had started this,
wondering who didn't fight,
wonderign who else was wondering,
as the flames got closer,
and the sizzling got louder,
while emotions took over,
and caused panic and fright,
I stood alone basking,
in the chaotic daylight,
as the world burned around me,
and the laughter overcame
and took me by surprise,
as only i survived.

You sound like a really thoughtful person.
I enjoyed reading your poem.

You could try leaving some spaces after 6 lines or so, to give the reader some structure.
You can navigate a poem better that way.

Think about what you want to say and place it in an effective composition
I'm sure you can do that and your work will grow through experimentation

Keep writing!

+Franziska

thanks. i have a problem with structure. *sighs*