The Fire

I don’t want to walk through the fire
Through the fire
Walk through the fire alone

She tries her best to set me down softly
She looks for words she thinks will make it easier
Easier

I’m on the phone a couple states away her
Betraying words leave nothing but a breathing corpse
my breathing corpse

I don’t want to walk through the fire
Through the fire
Walk through the fire alone

She starts to cry, that doesn’t make it better
She has no right, the words, I can not get out
What I feel right now

The dialog befuddles my existence
Digesting words before I ever chew, but how
I’m asking how

I don’t want to walk through the fire
Through the fire
Walk through the fire alone

A zombie breathing
Dead man living
time it passes slowing

I don’t want to walk through the fire
Through the fire
Walk through the fire alone

Time moves on, that instant, but a memory
Looking back with vision 20/20, now
It’s so clear now

That I never walked through the fire
Through the fire
Walk through the fire alone

Story: Will write later….

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