The lights blinked back into existence, but I did not. I tried to see around me, but I couldn't open my eyes. I had my eyes shut, but I could hear everything. I could hear screams, people crying, people dying. It felt so near, yet so far.
The darkness turned white. Stark white. Light filled in the spaces where darkness ruled. Everywhere I looked, I could only see white. My eyes were open. My mind was open, and so was my heart. I was vulnerable, exposed. I was feeling. I was feeling everything.
A sharp burst of pain. I winced and stared down. A red blossom spreading from my chest outwards. A red blossom, a symbol of life, a symbol of pain. I couldn't place it. I couldn't say what was happening to me.
One last breath was all I could give. I could finally see clearly. I could finally see my surroundings. All around me were the people I loved and trusted. They were so close, yet so far away. I couldn't reach out to them. They couldn't reach out to me.
The lights blinked back into existence, but I did not. I became one with the dark.
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Forlorn Soul
RandomA recollection of both poems and short stories I've written in the past few years as well as recent projects.
