The light

Wha....what's that thing shining so bright?
It looks like some kind of light
But...why here in the middle of nowhere?
It's coming straight out of the air

Everything else is dark I can't really see
Where am I, Am I really me?
This place looks familiar maybe it's a dream
But I don't remember this light beam

It wasn't here the other day
I don't remember it being in the hallway
Where's mommy, daddy they got to be here
There's someone coming my way I'm starting to fear

He's taking me towards the light
This can't be a dream I can feel this man's grip it's tight
Why is he leading me into the light did I do something wrong?
This isn't a light it can't be the force from it is way to strong

It's a staircase I wonder how long up it's going
Wow these stairs keep on growing
It'll take forever to get to the end, where am I going?
I can hear someone's voice beautifully as they sing

When I look down I can see my crying family
They're all crying over me
What happened to me don't I still have my future ahead?
No.... this cant be real I cant be dead




Poetry by Dark Angel
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 00:15

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she
I get scared sometimes thinking about death but the way you have put it makes things seem not as terrible as I imagined....I think its cured my phobia.Great write.
2006-12-13


weirdzarun
Woah. That was a bit of twist in the end. Really, for me, this poem is put into a perspective of two semi-perspectives. Is the glass half full or half empty? The child now rises to heaven to live in happiness for the rest of eternity, his family will join soon. But the family, in the meantime, will suffer such grief.
2006-12-08