Burn
In the depths of hell, I burn, as the fire whispers in my ear, the pain begins to turn
The fire, like a pair of eyes, stops and stares at me reminiscent of how I used to be
How I would stay up all night; look towards the sky and sketch the skinny clouds skating across the atmosphere
All that's over when you grow up and realize the life you have been living is a lie
It was when I said goodbye to my parents; the fire came to consume me for what feels like a million years
The last thing she gave me was a box that I choose not to open due to the shame I have brought onto myself
All of the dead-end jobs that take my life nowhere, but a sea of sand
The depths grow more ominous by the second, as I come to conceptualize my fate
The booms of the fire and the crackling of its mighty whip begin to frighten me “I am not strong enough.”
I begin to question my self, is freedom slavery, is life-death; I have failed in every aspect of my life.
In desperation, I open the small brown box my mother gave me; it was a picture of my father and mother holding me in their hands
The apartment behind them disheveled and broken down tears came down my face, the fire around me disappeared
It makes me happy knowing I’m not alone
5/18/2020
Copyright © Jack Man | Year Posted 2020
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