When It Happened

I could see him again From where I was hidden Already, his blow was giving me so much pain A gun he had in his hand, oh of that I am not mistaken Pray, does he think of me as being still alive Can he hear me breathe What is he looking for, in my drawers I keep not money there, only important papers Why is he ranting so much He looks like he is a real wretch Oh if only I had not wanted to open the windows At such a dark hour of the night, I should have feared the shadows More, alone, alone in a huge house Here, scatters around only me, none else, not even a mouse Would I ever get out of this Would I ever get to complain of life's safe bliss He comes at me again, I close my eyes tight Oh God, I am all sunken in fright He shall go, I am sure, he shall take the money he needs He shall let me be, left to myself, drowned in my own bloods I could feel him breathing heavily in my face He smelled of dirt and I was disgusted Fear had groped my mind, I could no longer bask in pretense I choked and he chuckled, to himself some weird incantations he muttered But then, I opened my eyes a little, and I saw it, this spark of light It came right at me, I had never felt such pain, so dark, so foul I gave out a whelp, then I felt myself becoming so light Why, is this the state of being the spirit soul? 12 August 2016