Miserable Desperation

“Miserable Desperation” Angela Pollock

Loud crash below, leaving me nowhere to go. I cannot see the source of my sudden pain, But it burns my flesh like something fierce! Like sticking my body over an open flame, Which quickly spreads to my throat and lungs. My life begins to flash with many pictures from my past. My mind soon wanders in a painful daze; Will my family know the pain I felt today? My newly born daughter left with no memories Of me in her life, like a slate wiped clean.

My son who has just begun little league, Will be left with no more pitches from dad! And my wife, my sweet loving and dedicated wife. Will she be left not knowing what to tell our kids? What memories will she reminisce of my past When our children ask about their loving father? Good ones? I can only hope she will tell About the immortal love that I will always have! The pain snaps me back into my burning reality. I feel my body being cremated before I even die!

The pain is past unbearable as I begin to choke on The mysterious black smoke this September day. My colleagues lay all around me, gone… It is unbeknownst to me, them being alive or dead. I hear the screaming from the floors above. I hear glass breaking and see bodies flying! Is this what fear has come to? Desperation? Men and women would rather fall from 100 flights Than be caught in the infirmary of misery and death? I begin to plummet toward earth! Bye World!