House of the Soul

Curling ashes. Flickering and flashes.

Searing heat. Thick smoke. I can't breathe. It stings my eyes.

The fire roars, stretching its jaws, 

Its teeth clamp down on the walls. 

This house

                       is

                            falling.

This house

Is burning.

 

I need to escape.

 

The weight of the dead

Presses down on my back.

 

I need to escape.

 

Escape.

The word echoes in my mind 

As I search

For a way out.

I need to let go

Of the past.

  Need

             To

                  Move

                             On.

I need to let go

Of the dead

And focus on the

Here

And now.

If I don't leave them behind,

I can end up burning inside.

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