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The Near Death
Another sits between here and there and rises to meet the unknown. Against your back lay blackest veil, while in front purest light was shown. "Where could I be?", rang clear within. You see, this place is new. Could I exist within a dream, concerned with what to do? And as he pondered where he was and how he was to leave, a tiny voice pierced the light, what was it to achieve? "It's time to go.", said the voice as calmly as could be, and before a shred of wonder rose my feet moved in front of me. Step by step was forward taken until my thought became. I stood in place, frozen still, then shock, I heard my name. A cry of pain, a wail of plea where the first sounds I could hear. And as I turned around I saw from the darkness came my fear. It struck a chord and then I knew where I was and why. The light ahead was surely death, within it I would die. So then, behind must be my life, the voices, those I know. And if I delve into the black, back to life I'll go. Now free to choose his open path, he stood firm, wondering, life is given as a gift, but what could dying bring? None alive can answer full what lies beyond the light, but as for me, I'll wait and see. For then, I turned my sight. Accepting what the darkness gave, I threw myself within. With open, blurry eyes I knew I was alive again.
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