This one is a bit personal so do not Judge please
Just one word, Just one thought.
My mind races faster than the speed of light
Sweat drips down my forehead,
Close my eyes, I must brace myself.
My mind is going through a vortex,
I feel queasy.
Open my eyes, we are back at the spot.
A six-year-old girl sits with her mom at a gas station.
Phone in hand, speaker on.
The girl and I's eyes widen simultaneously,
We are told the news.
Another flash, everything starts to change,
A new scene, this one even worse.
My grandma's funeral, it's an open casket.
My head starts to spin, I stumble and fall.
A white blinding flash, my grandma is gone,
In her place is papa, his face is deathly pale.
I try to scream, my voice is gone,
It's as though I'm mentally suffocating.
Another flash, another scene.
At a hospital, the girl sits outside a door.
Looking through the glass door, papa inside.
Mom and Auntie beside the bed.
Papa, laying on the bed and covered in tubes looks through the window.
Our eyes meet and he reaches for me with a boney hand.
Black is everywhere, all I see.
Suddenly the sound of a waterfall, a light from a lighthouse on an island.
Papa is there, over by the dock, just as healthy as ever.
I start running towards him when a giant hand appears, flipping the island.
Revealing a hand crank, just as the sound and light from the island stops.
The hand reaches for the crank when it turns into papas hand.
Dead and boney, like a zombie the flesh starts rotting.
I jolt up from the tile floor, a scream ripping from my throat.
I guess it was just another panic attack.
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PoetryI write poems to help with my depression and when I am feeling down. There are a few happy ones but most are sad. I will eventually take this down because i plan to enter these in contests or make a book out of them, but I will post them here for n...
