This poem is part of the NaPoWriMo 2024 challenge to write a poem a day in April. This is the prompt for April 25:
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire,” a set of questions drawn from Victorian-era parlor games, and adapted by modern interviewers.
I chose to answer the question: What is your greatest fear?
Flames flicker, swallowing the tunnel's air,
I see fire, bus, hear despairing cries.
Engulfed in heat’s embrace, trapped in the blaze,
A fiery dance, a treacherous labyrinth.
Passengers shout, their faces marked with fear,
Their eyes reflecting terror, strain, anguish.
The tunnel's walls crumble, a fiery end,
In this recurring dream, my fear resides.
The smoke stifles my words, smothers my cries,
From this inferno, I seek an escape.
Embers scorch my skin, searing pain engulfs,
Who will rescue me from the fiery depths?
On nights I revisit this nightmare's world,
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