I gave the darkness a name
As it finally surrounded me.
Death became my closest friend
In those inevitable hours and minutes.
My life never flashed before
My eyes, as some people have said;
But what I saw was simple, nothing.
The pain slipped away as a strange,
Surreal numbness o'er took me,
Almost euphoric in feeling.
The creeping drug of lifelessness.
How was I to fight it?
I could sense the reaper, close.
He stooped low and whispered
With the voice of an angel,
That the time was drawing nigh.
Time to say goodbye to
Everything I have ever known.
To the people, places, and pains
I have known so intimately.
His cold, bony hand took mine
And he led me down the way
Meant only for the dead.
Like lightning striking the tree
It hit me, I was dead!
Never again to live at all.
No more suns to feel, nor breaths to take.
Can no longer love, and loved no longer.
The pit in my stomach began to rise.
I wondered if what I believed was true;
The many stories of the afterlife.
Although his hand was holding mine
I felt his fingers dance up my spine.
The final moment of my mortal life,
Snuffed out like a lonely candle
Illuminating a room void of all.
Was there more or was this it?
I was about to soon find out;
As my eyes closed forever.
About the Creator
Michael Grube
I am 36 years old, an Army veteran, and officially divorced. I have been writing since i was young and have always been told that I have a knack for it. I've tried my writing a few novels, but my heart lies within poetry and journalism.
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