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

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