Guilts Inferno

I wonder how it's like to see a building burn down?
To see people screaming for their lives. You're just standing there, helpless to do anything about it. You want to help but you can't. You wish you could just run in there and put out the fire but your risking your own life and possibly adding to the already growing list of casualties. So all you can do is stand there. People are screaming for help...your help.
You want to help, you can't deny that. If it were up to you you would break open the nearest fire extinguisher and drenching the building in H2O-like freedom. But you can't. You don't have that kind of power. You want everyone to be well. But they can't. You yearn for everyones happiness. But you know that everyone can't have it. They'll die in that fire. The ones who escape will live, but you can't help but think about the ones who didn't.
You know you didn't start the fire, but for no reason at all you feel guilty. You feel like you had the power to prevent it even though you had nothing to do with it's ignition. Watching a building burn doing engulfs you in guilt like the flames covering the building. You wish you can help....but you can't and you can never shake the feeling that, even though there was absolutely no way you could have helped, you're to blame. But it's not you're fault. It's just not.

Without fire or the destruction of lives or a building, from what happened last night between a few friends, I now know that feeling of a burning building.