***
Smoke
Smoke,
it
clouds my room.
I
can’t see anything as the smoke gets heavier.
I
start to cough,
I
can’t breath.
My
lungs fill with smoke
as
I think about everything and about everyone
in
my life.
I’m
not afraid of death
as
it grows nearer and nearer.
I
close my eyes and pray,
pray
for my life to end
so
all the pain will go away.
But
something, someone
stops
the smoke as I see
a
crowd of people above me.
They
are crying and weeping before me.
I
begin to open my eyes
and
realize that it’s not my time.
***