Its His Choice

Posted by CMG on March 11, 2023

1 min read · pain

Fire, fire it burns from the top and all the way down, the sheer heat make me quiver and seek shelter, seek lower ground. as i run from the fire, the smoke, the heat. down the endless staircase, through smoke full rooms, one and two and three. some rooms set with a fancy dinner table, others devoured by flames who had run me past.

then i feel the floor crumble as i set my foot down, set my foot through, see myself falling. through smoke through flames, for miles and miles i fall, then a splash. cold soothing water, shielding me from heat.
For a second i feel relief,
relief see the fire can't reach me,
relief for i see no reason to struggle.

my feet reach no bottom yet i feel no fear,
my lungs fill with water yet i feel no fear,
my clothes weigh me down yet i feel no fear.

my burns are cooled down, i take my final breath, my mind seems crystal clear. the thoughts that filled my woeful head has lost its final grip, empty thoughts occupy my empty head, zen, nirvana. i think only naught as my lips split their final words.

relief...

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