The Day That I Died
I don't remember much
the day that I died
But the things that I do
are still fresh in my mind
like venom
in my veins
First the sting
Then the sweet
as I took my ride
like I always did
the spinning,the whirling, the constant
Even though it was the same
Yet different ever time
remembering the first
forgetting the last
I would hold onto the sounds
as I let go of the light
My mind so clear
yet filled with confusion
Why even bother to fear
something you cannot change
In truth
I didn't want it to change
My breathing grew shallow
My eyes became slated
the darkness crept in
as it always did
on this journey
That I took many times
This time was different
the light did not return
no headache to welcome me back to reality,
just dark in my eyes.
No white light
no shiny gates
no one
alone
I had left this world
just as I had entered it.
the day that I died
Copyright © Kelly Ortega | Year Posted 2008
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