Emptiness, that is what I awoke to.
I felt that I was nowhere yet I was everywhere at the same time.
In the distance, a voice called out to me.
I had no physical form to move toward the voice that reached for.
The voice is faded.
Not only my body was disoriented, but so was time.
Hours or seconds passed it was a blur of anguish.
I was there but not there.
Nothing,
but my conscious to keep me company.
A light flickered in the distance.
It drew near to me.
It grew in size and brightness.
But in an instant, everything went dark once more.
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The Fault of Being
PoezjaWe dwell deep in our minds constantly. Never knowing whether or not we are going to get out alive, but that doesn't bother us. The fact that we don't feel so alone makes all that pain worth it.
