My First Death
A drumming resonates with persistence.
A low and pleasant voice manifests in the distance-
As if in a dream, if it's real I can't be sure,
But bounds between awake and sleep are but a blur.
Only now am I aware of warmth and comfort once possessed,
Once my atmosphere evaporated,
Once the walls closed in all at once.
The more I struggle, the harder the walls push back,
With great force, they press down on my head, now sore and dizzy.
I hear the voice, once soothing now is screaming.
A panic ensues, unrestricted by time...
With one last shriek of pain and terror to extend,
I break head first into a new dimension
Far beyond my comprehension
Is this my beginning or my end?
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