On Fire; Through The Trees Poem by Khaldun Atum

On fire; through the trees,
With one word, I'll remember thee,
A way out is what thy seek,
Any way; this way; that way,
Must find a way to
Escape the fate of thee.

On fire; through the trees,
A path of regret; wilted, on my knees,
One last breath; Oh— how I plead!
I must proceed,
Fight the Evil born in me,
A vision; an apparition,
Of thy and thee.

On fire; through the trees,
My wife; on hands and knees,
For her life she begged,
As I watched her bleed,
Holding the knife; I ended her life,
Savagery; Nothing but,
I am but a monster,
One who deserves to die,
In the sea over yonder.

On fire; through the trees,
From the cliff, I jump to sea,
May this be the end of me,
This is where I deserve to be,
Underwater; In the raging sea.

A fine line between,
Life and death,
Each one I have seen,
And now hold my breath,
From land to water,
I seem to grow hotter.

A burning sensation; A realization,
Hell has come to claim me,
I shall go gracefully.

For the crimes I have committed,
The moment I submitted,
I regret my decision,
From start to fruition.

A short life has come to me,
I cannot sign the page,
I must sign the deed,
A force threatens to tear thee,
And fills my rage.

I am not finished,
To continue, I shall do,
With the memory of only you,
But one more thing is all I wish,
To be granted would be a gift,
Send me to my love,
Send me there, to watch from above.

What shall it take
To be with you after all?
All I need is you,
My one, my all.

I repent! Fare thee!
God— Accept thy
Into your Kingdom,
I do not deserve,
But for my love,
Will you deny me?

I regret ending her!
I regret everything!
I wish for no more harm!
I regret every little thing!
What will it take
For thee to accept?
That my love for her,
Can overpower even you,
With my last breath,
I scream to you.

A white light; It seems right,

A tunnel and gate; I am not late,
Beyond the gate, Is all my hate,
I turn and run; Away from the light,
I do not understand; I am filled with fright,
What I see I cannot comprehend,
That is my wife; with me until the end.

I see her standing over me,
What happens next, I try to see,
The words she whispers,
From her body to mine:
On fire; through the trees.