Ruthless Creature

I was standing in the heart

Of the ferocious, bloodcurdling flames

I stood there, perspiring profusely

My sarong was theatrically ablaze.

I walked forward a few steps

And then, I caught my breath

I saw my life in front of me

To not cry, I tried my best.

The fire pounced upon me

I jumped out of my skin

I felt quite feeble and weak

I thought warmly of my kith and kin.

I creased my unkempt eyebrows

Trying my best not to dread

My face was splendidly aglow

I tried not to think of death.

I sat down, hoping for good

‘Will somebody ever find me?’ I wondered

A tear stained my sorrowful mood

Before the fire, I surrendered.

As it closed around me mercilessly

I wept and cried pessimistically

I thought of my friends and family

I’d miss them ever so greatly.