9/12/2017
Cover my nose and my mouth.
The smoke-filled air portends
the end.
Breathe in slowly, deliberately;
Fill my lungs with thickening regret
So dense I can drink it down.
Protect me from suffering,
From being buried under a veil
of soot.
Idly watch as I clamber
And claw at the new-fallen ground
That descends upon me.
Encased in my living tomb,
There is no escaping
this hell.
I hear footsteps all around,
But not a soul searches for those
Living beneath the ground.