LOST

A shade of darkness hovers over me. The angel of death provoking me.

As I walk through, a breeze of iced chill air descends my spine.

Emptiness.

I see, and no sign of lights.

I struggle to find myself, but as I keep walking, this aphotic,

freezing sensation paralyzes my body.

Unable to move.

Not able to see.

The ground begins to tremble.

The adrenaline pumps through my weins as I suddenly begin to feel my

eyes get heavy and fall into a everlasting sleep.

My eyes awake to a blur, like a vivid and futile dream.

A cacophony of yells.

A rythmic tune of depression.

I no longer sense pain.

The fear is gone and the darkness remains.

Confused.

I can't figure out where I am... but this time is different

because...I never woke up.

 

- B.E

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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