My Fears

Cloudless but cold,

I could see a moving wall deadly still.

Echoes of sorrow seemed to be in the air.

Feeling gloomy with a shaky voice

What voice speaks among the stones?

Halting and peering

From where I spent a warm and comfortable night

Numbered among the dead.

I feel sick even without a wound.

At the hour of my last breath,

I cough and everything seems surreal.

I close my eyes and can’t seem to open them

It is dark and cold

And suddenly i see red everywhere.

Oh the fire burning and scorching my skin.

I stay there helplessly wailing.

In front is a dark figure,

Standing and laughing cynically.