I lie in darkness
My skin cold
My lungs steady
My heart stilled
I lie on a bed of white
Waiting for a call
The darkness surrounds me
As faces pass me over
A final snap
One last journey
A shovel of earth
My final memory
I lie in darkness
Waiting for the light
When the One will call
And bring me back to life
He will bring Light to our Dark
His truth shall pierce our lies
We will all rejoice in jubilation
We will become alive
I lie in darkness
My skin cold
My lungs steady
My heart stilled
Waiting for the One
Waiting for His touch
Waiting for him
To bring me back to life.
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The Writers' Block Files
Non-FictionRambles bc I'd rather write random drabbles than anything actually productive. What is love? Is it joy, so bright and brilliant one thinks it can never end? Is it the sunrise blazing across the city in the morning, the cheerful birdsong that wakes...
