Forest Poem
By Baz O C
Published 1 June 2022
The scent of smoke reaches my nostrils
The orange sun wanes
Into the darkness
I start to bolt
Out of the forest
Hefty black smoke engulfs me
Flames, shoot out of the trees
I cant breathe
I tumble over a tree root
And face-plant the dry brush
Time seems to freeze
Memories gurgle through my brain
Like a movie tape in the old days
Am I -- dying?
Yes