A sun is a hot star
that might die,
or begin to lose height;
not unlike life.
I’m afraid!
Afraid to go to sleep.
Afraid of what I might see.
What my night time terrors may reveal.
Weeks of sleepless nights
haunted by my failures.
I don’t want to see
smoky ghosts of the unsaved
swirling around me begging,
knowing there is no hope;
that their tomorrows have ceased.
My dreams
tainted by flash backs
of burnt flesh mingling
with the sweet sweat of life.
Hearing screams fade
and the breath seep
from those lost
to the flaming beast.
I’m afraid!
Afraid of what I might see,
will blind me.
Blind me of my purpose, life.
