Involuntary Fireman

Morning creeps
Along the edges
Of my blind
Around the edges
Of my consciousness.

I push at it
Resisting the inevitable
Not wanting to feel
Pain's carefully scripted
Ambush.

How insistent
Is morning
Refusing to wait
Intruding upon
My need for wellness.

The burn sears
My extremities
Scorching my limbs
Charing more deeply
As alarm bells sound in my brain.

Along the edges
Of the blind
Morning brightens the room
In a rose wash
The color of day.

I cover my face
Screw tight my eyelids
Hoping to retard the demand
That only an involuntary fireman
Could know.