Bright lights
Booming bursts
A tingle in our legs
from a good
hurt.
Screams and Laughter
Hour after hour
No cares in the world,
At least not in our holiday tower.
I wake up wrenching,
Gasping, clawing.
The last choke of smoke
Enters my throat
And when my lungs contract
They’re shot back
My body under attack
Slam to the floor,
Eyes glazed and fogging,
Flailing wildly, noiselessly, voicelessly.
Groping my way every inch.
Every extended second
Feeling like my last.
But as I give in I don’t see my past, in a
flash—no.
Time slows down,
I begin to drown, into nothing
Into darkness.
Losing all sensation,
Just as my only salvation
Lays two feet from my outstretched hand.
I’d lost.
Finally lost the battle against my body.
…
But the WAR was NOT over.
Because we’d been raised together in Dover!
Reinforcements were sent swift,
Only to lengthen my given gift.
As my eyes clear out the dark
And welcome in the light
I know who me reinforcement was that night.
God’s hands had moved and he had followed.
And for that I was not undone.
I asked weakly as my head still spun,
“What happened?”
…
“Thank
You Brandon.”
