A fire burns,
It crackles
And spits
I am charred by the embers

It dies down,
Leaving scars
As it utters its last ember
And whispers its final.

Yet the dense smoke lingers,
The aftermath
That consumes me
In it I wander,
Lost...aimless...
Helpless...hollow...
Alone.

The air,
It is thick, heavy,
Cold, brittle
It collapses unto me,
And pain lashes its despicable fury
Like the black fires of hell

And there I lay
In tears
In pain
In confusion
In self-loss
With no shoulder to cry on,
No human mind to understand
But my own.