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A book of poetry for all of your moods and genres, just look in brackets and choose the one that fits your mood. Be it mini poems or reverse - haiku, sonnet or acrostic. Be it...
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I feel it before I see, Like the wrath of heaven on me. Thud! One dull sound, And the unbearable pain. Like a heavy boulder on my back. But I was just crossing the road? And then I feel it, Strength leaves my body, And I feel myself crumble, Stumble and fall. I thought the pain was here to stay, But it all goes numb, Like the bliss of novocaine, The illegal high of a drug. And here I am in the tunnel A place darker than the midnight sky, And with all those whirls of time, Swirling and churning fate, Sealing destinies. Then I see the light, A faint tint just in the dark, But it is a breath of fresh air, Like the gateway to freedom, And I am so close. I never liked the dark. I flail my legs in an attempt, And find myself floating. The ethereal sensation of relief. I try to use my hands to propel myself, A bit more, just a bit. But wait? As much as I try, The light gives further! Is it also a mirage? Like all that good stuff that happens Transcendental hallucinations? Yet I try to reach that gate, The doorway to a whole new feeling. The portal to my liberation. But the mellow light just goes further, I look around for help, But I'm alone. Wait, how did I reach here? Is it some inter dimensional passage? The way to a new galaxy perhaps? No, it's just some ordinary tunnel, Like the one back at home, Where one day I tried to jump, Before the whooshing train. Maybe life was giving me the chance, To end it all again. But where's the train? But why does it feel like the beginning? Why can't it be the end. But do I really want it to end? There's no purpose, No meaning to this drab called life. All beneath the glitz and glam, Is grim and dirt and lustful jerks, That can't keep their eyes or hands, Off my body,Ugh! But I am getting late. I need the light, It's like a, craving now, A thing to satisfy my intoxication. 'Judy,' a voice floats from somewhere. 'Hear me, Feel me,' it says. I look around but, My vision is blurry. I recognize the voice. It's so near and yet so distant. But I focus on my goal. The light is so near. Just a minute, one more inch. 'Don't go, don't leave me,' The strange voice begs. It seems to come from another life, And yet it wrenches my heart. My breath fails and soon I'm gasping, I'm falling, dying, going into oblivion, The pain is back again. And all I hear is the voice! Caressing my skin, And I open my eyes to a dazzle. Hospital! Ugh! I was so close to the light, To the perfect end, Death eluded me, Yet again. But some bonds transcend even death. Unknowingly my frail hands, Reach out for his.
A/N 500 words completed. For those that don't know, 'Light at the end of the tunnel is something people supposedly see while they're going to die. More like their peripheral vision fails first than the central... Thus this light at the end phenomenon. Scientists are still trying to know why, but a few people who had a close brush with death sometimes say that they saw this light and everyone has the same opinion. What do you believe?
