Nocturnal Disaster

I have seen the future.
A burning canvas, the edges already frayed
And one night I closed my eyes thinking I’d
Never open them again because the stories
And visions my mind painted onto the insides
Of my eyelids stopped me from breathing,
The earthquakes and hurricanes ravaged
My head and I couldn’t wait to wake up.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
My eyes were glued shut, pinned down by
Rubble that was crushing my lungs and for
Hours and I couldn’t breathe or move or
Cry or falter or screw things up again. I
Can’t see but my eyes whisper that I won’t
Survive, the sight of limbo rolls around in
The back of my head as I see further and
Further into a dying future. Black smoke
From fire chokes my eyes and the world
Is covered in a blanket of flame and
Nothing seems real but something tells me
That it is all real. This future I have made for
Myself is coming true and I can’t help but
Feel like this life is almost at an end and
I can hardly see.
But I am alive.
I am conscious and living and I am breathing
And I can see in this future. I will go on and
I will fight to breathe and run and curse for
I can see.
And I am alive.