Blindside
It started at the closing
The closing of the door
As soon as I had entered
It was like I’d lived lives here before
Memories flooded my mind
Of times I knew I hadn’t lived
Stories of the new kind
But I knew how they ended
The apple tree outside
So many happy thoughts
The hill down by the bank side
Where we played until you slipped
I feel a warmth around me
I sense you've been waiting patiently
As I sit here by the fire side
I know you welcome me
But as I try to make my exit
Somehow I can't find my key
The door won't let me get outside
Has the world abandoned me?
I turn to see all your eyes
Your smiles of some strange serenity
That's when it hits me blindside - the punch of reality
I now know that I did die
and this is where I'm supposed to be!
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2018
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