The Smell That Haunts Me

Sometimes I am barraged by a dreadful cloud,
the mournful scent invades, it makes me choke.
My mind falls, back into my darkest hours.
I am here again, where I lost it all, to the smoke.
I open my eyes, the sky is painted red; varnished with ash,
No this is not a starry night, but a crimson hell.
I fear my cherished memories will burn to merely trash
There it is, the flames are approaching, so is the smell.
My eyes light up, not with joy, but with distress.
The flames surround me, closing any egress.
I am trapped, chained by despair
My knees collapse, there is no hope, anywhere
The charred scent flows through me
A dark future of bright flames is all I see
I let out a gasp, look around with glee
That nightmare is in the past, but will always be with me

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