#S.R.C – The burning room…

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Wished a way out!
Wished a way out!
Engulfing flames,
stifling fumes,
blistering me,
choking me,
closing in on me,
with growing thirst.
the door wont open,
none to save…
Couldn’t take more!
Couldn’t take more!
Chose the window,
had to get out.
Down they were,
the judging eyes.
“loser” they whispered,
“its a suicide.”
How much do they know me?
Or the burning room?

***

-K. C.


This is how suffocating and painful they feel about life, those who resort to suicide. Like being trapped in a burning room(I read this analogy years back, somewhere. Took the theme and wrote the poem after seeing the prompt). They feel the desperate need of making the suffering stop. They perceive that their pain has reached an unendurable level. It is not a desire to fall out of window, it is the fear of fire. We do not understand the jump…

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