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The Twilight Zone

Docs words repeated over and over in his head, “And then I’ll cease to exist, I’ll… be dead.” He shivered as he lit up a smoke, The news seemed like an April fool joke. He looked back through the glass door, As he watched his son of ten, playing on the floor. He turned away when he felt the pain under his vest, From the cancerous wound that protruded from his chest. It made his world begin to indiscriminately spin, His legs shook violently as if his spirit tried to break out his skin. He dropped heavily to his knees And looked up saying “Not yet, God please” “Give me a little more time with my little one,” “To explain it to my son” A white light for a split second flashed around him From a flying object up high that shot out this beam He was stunned for a short while Then suddenly felt his chest and began to smile The cancer was removed from his chest “I’m healthy and strong like the rest” He turned to tell the happy new to his son But instead he didn’t see anyone Opening the door, he called for his son and his wife Suddenly he was hit by a man carrying a knife The intruder was a soldier or that’s how he dressed As they wrestled the knife plunged in his chest He screamed, “Please don’t hurt my son John,” The intruder’s eyes showed that something was wrong. And what he said was stranger still He called out “Dad is that you?” which gave him an eerie chill. The intruder said “But how can this be?” “You went missing 25 years ago you see” “One minute you were smoking out side the next you were gone,” He gasped for air as he lay dying on the lawn The stranger looked up “Please God, I can’t loose my father all over again!!!” But this time there was not light as the life began to drain….

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/16/2011 10:41:00 AM
Gothic man!
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Date: 4/19/2011 7:37:00 AM
Sidney profound and sad poem .You never know when the day is here.Anne.
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Date: 4/18/2011 2:51:00 PM
hmm..a little scary. yet sad and strange. i wonder how his father went missing.. and that must bhave been a nightmare at the end): you've been gone too Sid, so have i.. maybe a bit too long?.. ~Always&Forever
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Date: 4/17/2011 4:24:00 PM
wow what a great story, wonderful storytelling and creativity...
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Date: 4/17/2011 11:20:00 AM
OMW, I love this one Mr. Hall, you went to another dimension with it.. speechless me :) love Wilma
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Date: 4/16/2011 9:43:00 PM
TRiPPee! I can DiGG this. ~JSLambert
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Date: 4/16/2011 6:30:00 PM
okay this is amazing and it made me cry
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Date: 4/16/2011 6:27:00 PM
Awwww, you have me all misty-eyed here. Well done, homeboy. :-)
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