Fragmented Thoughts

Sad, Loss, rescue failed

The child looked down a dim stairwell,

heard the sound of feet

against a hollow metal he could tell,

he peered into the darkness as he could feel the heat,

shadows glanced over him,

others were oddly chatting,

as the lights on the doorway grew dim,

brown eyes glanced down,

smoke was all around,

emergency sounds were ringing in his ear,

he was frightened and full of fear,

the child drawled,

slipped and fell,

and tried to crawl,

as he heard the fire bell,

the shadows moved closer,

they were more frightened,

the child was charred, and black,

as the fire-blaze was pushed back,

by the fire fighters who were on the attack,

they saw the child and couldn’t believe their eyes,

while still on fire the child sat up,

nothing was muttered, and there were no cries,

the child whispered with soot in his eyes,

" I don’t want to die."

The fire-fighter gathered his fragmented thoughts and replied,

" You’re not going to die."

He lied.

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

perhaps a little too casual thanks for the comment :) and for at least reading

[Emily B]

so casual in its bitter end . . .