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Playing With Fire
|Playing With Fire|
02/15/09 at 09:50 PM by Jonathan Bautts
|Light danced across our faces,|
Sketching a faint line against the night sky.
The bridges behind us lay smoldering,
Billowing pillars of smoke into the air.
Was it time to turn back?
Had we past the point of no return?
These questions and more echoed through my head.
Questions I had no answers for.
I tried to keep my fears disguised
Yet you couldn’t help but notice.
The landscape began to alter shape
As our doubt grew to more than a distraction.
I grabbed your arm and we pressed on,
Using the northern star as a compass.
But, alas, it was no use—
We had been going in circles for hours.
Up ahead a soft glow gleamed in the distance
And as we neared it became evident the fire had spread.
Before long it would have us surrounded,
Eager to engulf that which moments before had given it life.
We started to run but it was utterly in vain,
Its advances mindful of our every move.
Too tired to continue we collapsed to the ground,
Unable to proceed any further.
As the flames licked closer
I reached for your hand
Only to discover there was no one there beside me.
It had just been myself all along.
With oxygen in short supply
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes,
Trying to find peace in life’s regrets.
It was time to face the burning deluge.