Reflections from the Grave

This is where I died

And was reborn.

In a fire

Not metphorically or metphysically

But literally, in a fire.

I die each day with a new fire

Not my own

But everyone else's.

And there isn't enough pain medicine

Not enough to make my mind not

Remember

This is where I die each day

The pains: acheydeepdullradiatingsharpclenchingbreathtakingexquisiteconstantburningagonizingboaring