Feeling free on a mountain top,
allowing my lungs to taste the air's savor.
running in fields of glory, and paths of light,
as the pain of my heart flows away as a graceful swan.
A crow appears before my eyes,
destruction and pain, slips through every artery and vain as a lethal injection.
suffering from angina, with no relief, no care, no antidote.
As I run through the valley of thorns, to a side of no understanding,
I feel my conscience tell me keep wading its not over yet.
bloodshed and piercing bullets fly past my crown,
devastation floods my ears,
all because of my tongue.
I continue to wade, through the waters,
low and unseen.
My journeys continue until I see a light, bright enough to kill our sins.
It travels closer, its demeanor's odd; puzzling, if you may add.
I develop the courage to reach and set a light touch to it's illumination,
but as I do so reality hits me like a 7 ton boulder.
I blink to moisten my dry eyes.
This was nothing but a coma, an eight hour coma that plagued me.
It was all a nightmare, a nightmare that almost ended my light.
I am wading for my life and I didn't even know it.
A/N: Ignore all errors in this text, I was persuaded by my feelings and decided to write them on paper.
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I love the picture that you create as if I'm there. Very deep poem and a place that we have all wondered before.
So happy you enjoyed :) Thanks a bunch! :)