The Firefighter

A never-ending battle. A war. A war greater than the war to end all wars. Components of battle. Retreating. Falling back. The drone of planes. Bombs being dropped. Bombs only created by the darkest, most vicious clouds. Pulling out the guns. What should it be? Spray fire? Target one area, you hear. You see the black soot and scorching embers falling from a house. A once-peaceful forest turned to battleground with the intense light. Rivers of sweat. They trickle down your nose. On your cheek. Sirens. Burn marks. Collapse. Push up! Like a battle. Take cover. Fire the guns. The battle turns in your favor. You fire again. Running. You feel like you're running on a hot metal rod. Gas masks. Scuba gear. Only for water? I don’t think so. Recycler. Monster. Warmth. Killer. Food. Destroyer. You know you can’t save what's in front of you. Only what’s behind.