Breathing shallow,
Voices heard,
Floating in a nonexistent breeze.
For what breeze blows through hell?
"It's imaginary"
speaks the man who crawls on.
Screeches, bangs, and then silence,
Oh it's so full of silence.
Only colors flashing but no noise, never more.
"Come back." A voice wafts closer.
"No." The man shakes from the effort.
"It's safe." A melody plays.
"It's safe." Harsher than before,
The man tries to crawl faster.
"SAFE!" The silence is no more.
More screeches, screams,
Red fills the air and heat;
Oh the heat as it destroys everything.
The man is no more.
Never more than a brief glimpse,
Never more than what he was worth.
Never more than what he gave to others.
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PoetryPoems that form a small glimpse into my life as darkness is left to embrace the shining light of something called hope.
