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.