The Other Side
The walls close in and darkness takes over like the shadows of a wimbling tree covering an innocent flower. The final moment has arrived with a whisp and a final breath the darkness consumes me, but this is not the end of me in th midst of the darkness shines a light. Then in a flash I am at the pearly gate looking down through the clouds. In a timeless place I watch as my family looks mornfully down at me in my final resting place.
I look as though I have been set free, free from the troubles of this world. My mom wheeps like the rain pooring heavily down flooding the town of emotion. Her tears are as cold as ice bergs and its like she is losing life by the second. With each look at me the daggers of grief shoot deeper and deeper sqeezing the life out of her as well as the rest of my family.
© 2009 Austin Muratori
I look as though I have been set free, free from the troubles of this world. My mom wheeps like the rain pooring heavily down flooding the town of emotion. Her tears are as cold as ice bergs and its like she is losing life by the second. With each look at me the daggers of grief shoot deeper and deeper sqeezing the life out of her as well as the rest of my family.
© 2009 Austin Muratori