Bonzophuebes1 Posted July 16, 2007 Share Posted July 16, 2007 Looking At Myself My bare feet walk on the grass: Stepping on stones, I hope the pain will pass. Creeping up to my bed, I stare at me while I sleep. I reach down and touch my forehead, it feels so cold, I begin to weep. Passing by a mirror, I stop and look at me. I stare in fear, wondering who it is looking back at me. I notice the mirror image leave and my soul has lost its sleeve. The sound of a gunshot fills my ears, I pull my hands up to cover the noise. I see the blood bleed from my heart, dripping to the ground with an echo. I fall to the ground and clutch my heart but is has been chained from the start. I cry out to me as I try to take my life. Not getting through, I now see me die. I reach for my hand but it slips by. I watch myself hit the floor, my eyes begin to close. Where i'm going, nobody knows. I watch my soul get ripped from my heart, the barbed wired around it is now my home. I try to break free, the wire digs into me. So confined, cannot get out. This pain is too much to bare. I watch the preacher say a prayer as he raises his hands to the sky. He says "Lord as you take this child" I turn and look at the ground, I see a coffin under a shady tree. I move closer to see, I begin to cry when I see it is me. So empty is my spirit as I watch it fly in confusion. Not knowing whether to up or down. Crying it falls to the ground. I run to help me face my fear, by the time I reach me, I disappear. Now I see me in the grave, the dirt begins to fill the hole. I try to get out but I am not that strong. The light I saw has now turned black. I have watched myself die, I am never coming back. Link to comment
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