DEATH Poem: Conflagration, by Ryan Rahman

You discarded me in the fire
you ignited from within,
moving forward with firm certainty,
the hearth that once offered warmth
now a source of my torment.

The comfort that nourished us
has become the flame that consumes.
Watch as I burn,
witness my immolation,
offered without reason,
without regret.

Do not shift your gaze—
cold, emotionless—
observe with intent
as the flames lash,
unforgiving and fierce,
melting me into ash.
I scream into the void,
begging time to turn back,
but no answer comes.

Dripping despair,
my body a waxen ruin,
my heart a wick,
weakening with each passing moment.
Both will soon be gone,
wasted in the fire’s grip,
dissolved with ruthless finality.

You will forget me,
as the candle’s light fades,
a fracture in memory,
lost in the silence of the blaze.
I was never more
than something to burn,
a fleeting flame
now nothing but smoke.