Wednesday, 17 January 2007
03:25:08 PM (GMT)
I can still taste the smoke
I can still feel the heat
I can still hear the ash crying
Beneath my feet
Why was I so blind?
Why was I so stupid?
I had truly lost my mind
Where was my common sense?
I felt my stomach tense
Amidst frantic movement,
Crackles and yells of despair.
What happens to me?
I really don’t care.
We fought the growing flame
But… it was in vain
We stopped the west end
The house is just around the east bend!
I am the one to blame
The guilt drives me insane.
My life would be forfeit
If anyone loses a home, or worse
I beat at the flames, my hand red and my mouth dry.
Knowing. Whatever happens is MY curse
After twenty minutes I collapsed, spent
I saw my life burning; I knelt in repent
As I watched the flames grow
My heart was filled with resent
I hated myself, and that’s what I meant
Even though it truly was an accident.
This was composed during and shortly after the fire on 7/11/06. It was caused by a
smoke fountain I had lit and thrown as a prop for a capture the flag round of airsoft
“this was during the war”. I missed the road and started a fire that consumed 2
acres, I’ve yet to know if I’ll be charged for the firetrucks, the helicopter,
and the clean up crew… During the inferno my friends all patted my back and told
me it was an accident, and they didn’t blame me. Ever since then I’ve been the
butt of every over joke. If anything came up the least bit fire related they’d say
“Travis, you were there too?” They even call me “the fury” from Solid Snake.
He was an insane pyromaniac with a flame-thrower. I laughed and shrugged.
But inside I was in horrible agony for the awful thing I had carelessly done… This
is a wound that will not soon be healed. I am so thankful that there was no loss of
home or life, the only injuries were mine. I had slight burns on my right hand and a
cough from smoke inhalation. My hand is a little raw and my cough gone but I am
still in pain.
Update, yup, I was charged $3,659.24 dang