Out of Breath

Nafis Light

I have come too close to the flame,
The heat is too much for me to even remember my name;
I do not know how much longer I could stay sane.

 

That is it...I have to run!
This is nowhere near what you guys call 'fun'!
I am just holding a toy gun!

 

Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!
If only I could actually fly,
Come on people...Why?! Why?! Why?!

 

I am...running out of breath!
At least...before death,
I laugh...as that is my only wealth.

 

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With Laughter,
J44

  • Author: Nafis Light (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2019 04:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: That's sort of the thing for today here. It's fiction, but hey...at least the ending is with laughter, and even 'Laughter' can be considered as wealth.
  • Category: Short story
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Comments1

  • Poetic Dan

    The best kind of wealth, laughter with a simple your face.

    I could see the picture of your running with a toy gun, laughing it was only fill with water

    Great work

    • Nafis Light

      I just woke up and read your comment.
      It's about 6:06 a.m. here.
      You made my day.



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