Lost in the Fire
Poems from the Past
The hours pass so slowly.
Days turn into fearful nights.
Cowering in the shadows,
Walls of darkness constrain me.
The struggle to live is never-ending.
So many memories;
Pain and anger lurk just beyond my conscious thoughts,
Always there waiting to claim me.
As I try to impugn the sordid truth,
There is no escaping the scenes—they are impending.
At night, they come slithering
Into the desert of my mind,
Poisoning my sleep with their venom;
Plunging me into the depths of hell,
Impossible to deny the messages they are sending.
Lost in the fire each second is an eternity.
The hope of being delivered from the flames
Is crushed, as I am cast deeper into darkness
From memories I long desperately to make untrue.
Each day is spent isolated and wretchedly pretending.
Weary and full of dread,
Slowly life drains from my being.
The truth becomes a distant dream
As I succumb into the darkness.
With shallow regret, I feel my self descending…
Into the fires of tempering.