The Man In Blue

My alarm goes off, waking me from my sleep.
Another day, and it makes me want to weep.
I grab my briefcase and head out for work,
up high in my tall tower, where I go beserk.

I check my watch before entering through the door.
Eight-thirty two?! My boss said I can't be late anymore!
Maybe I'll get lucky, maybe he'll be out,
and if he isn't, hopefully he'll only shout.

After my elevator ride, I head to my desk.
And once again it's a yellow, post-it mess.
People to call, meetings that need to be arranged,
when I took this job, I must've been deranged.

I've got kids at home, my husband wants a divorce,
mid-life crisis, I guess, he's been asking for a Porsche.
Cheating on me, I think, but who really cares?
It's hard to love somebody who's never even there.

I really should be working, but I can't stop staring
out of this window to this city, its sound is blaring.
People on their cellulars, walking like human drones.
People who I wish would just leave me alone.

Then suddenly, time seemed to become just terrored dreams,
Shaking, ultrasonic loud crashing, and tortured screams.
People running for the stairs, this is going too fast,
what's going on, I can't see! My body is covered in ash!

I gotta think straight, I'll follow the people too!
They must know what's going on, they know what to do.
Oh my God, please God, get me out of this alive,
I may not be happy, but I know I want to survive.

Choking, fighting to get to the door to the stairs,
another loud crash, I look back to see what's there.
I see fire and terrified people jumping to their death,
I have to get out of here, or this will be my last breath.

Opening the door to the stairs, it is nothing but a sea,
a sea of screaming people, pushing, and fighting to leave.
A man pushes me down, I can't breathe, I'm bleeding,
people are running over me, on my bones they're stampeding.

With one gasp for air, it all turns to black,
no sight, no noise, no pain from attack.
I see mother, surrounded by beautiful light,
she grabs my hand and holds it tight.

Then she's gone, and I'm not sure if I'm still in my dream,
but a man in blue then picks up my body and starts to scream,
"I need help for this one, hurry, let me through!"
and he fights so hard, carrying my limp body into a fiery hue.

He is hurting, broken, but he's on a mission to save me,
I don't know his name, but he's fighting so bravely.
And when we get outside, after he puts me into the ambulance truck,
he bows his head low to mine and whispers, "Good luck."

He closes the doors, and I watch him through the window,
as he runs back inside and I know just where he's going to.
He's going back into the storm, just to laugh at the Reaper,
just to save someone like me, even as the fire gets deeper.

Hours later, from my hospital bed I watch the news,
as they talk about whose to blame, what did we lose?
Then they display the faces of those who didn't make it through
And just for a second, in a flash, I see my hero, the man in blue.