A Realistic Fear

A Realistic Fear

A raging incandescing life swallowing the air
            Towering blaze melting the new world it’s made
                      Wanting to go further, feeling only impaired
                             Sending words of encouragement to help persuade
                             My fearful mind to find the victim of the flame
                             Needing to stay calm or breathe to death
                                The rubber of my boots begin to alarmingly soften
                      This fire’s going to take me with its evil wrath
          Reminding myself to be courageous too often
Not wanting to make a choice, I search further
                      Finally, the lifeless body only four yards away
                                The raging fire looking down at the body, smiling
                                            The images of realizations are becoming macabre
                                Chances of escape are quickly deteriorating
                      All that’s left is the choice of two lives or one
Knowing it will eerily persist in my mind
          I make the turn to leave as the ceiling caves
                      In my hesitation did I kill who I left behind?
                                  Did I kill someone because I wasn’t brave?


My realistic fear to choose one or two comes true; I had to selfishly choose my own life over you