Burning House Poem by The voice of silence .

Life — a House Ablaze

Life is a house engulfed in flame,
No windows, no doors, no paths back.
We are all prisoners in this hell,
Where every step is already loss.

Smoke eats the eyes, fire licks the skin,
But there is no way out — just walls and pain.
Some scream, some silently smolder,
But none emerge unscathed.

We burn ourselves to learn,
We tear our hearts to understand.
Everyone who escapes leaves part of themselves behind,
There's no other way — we cannot get out otherwise.

Ash on the lips, soot in the throat,
Yet even through hell we carry ourselves.
There is no escape without scars,
No light without darkness.

Let the chains of shadows crumble,
I will go through heat and pain.
Even if there are no doors —
I will find my way through the floor.