Comments about Doris Johnson
Trapped Inside The Fire
Standing in a whirl of fire now.
Can't move, 'cause if I do I'll get burned.
Holding my breath, can't breath within the fire much longer.
Loosing oxygen, the whirl becomes smaller and smaller.
All of the sudden, a fresh breath of air!
I turn my head, and there's you.
Covered in light, can't get to you though.
I fall on my knees, getting closer to the fire.
The fire feels like iron bas to me.
I can hear you calling my name, you look worried.
I try to yell back, but my throat is too dry.
Can't produce any sound.
I can't reach the one thing I want.