The Greatest Gift
Cold
Fear
Darkness
He grabs hold of me and drags me under,
Deeper than my thoughts are now.
I retreat into my personal cave
To lament upon my loss,
My pain.
His grip tightens around my chest and squeezes
The little life I have left erupting from my middle.
He takes this chance and drags me deeper,
Until I see no more.
It is smoky perfection.
He is pure, not solid, not liquid not even gas
A scientist's mortal foe, he defies logic
But he is there,
Breathing down the necks of all
Waiting for them to slip.
Takes my thoughts to him too.
He took me from the darkness,
He took me from the cold,
He took me from the fear.
I thank him for that,
He deserves none of what he gets,
Yet he still gets it.
He is a hero.
He is there and ready to take me to the beyond.
I wait,
He doesn't pull me down.
He lets me go.
He looks at me with hollows of sadness
And I exchange them with him of pity.
He wanted to take me away from my people,
The strength that pried us apart.
My will.
I floated forever and never,
Then ascended.
I rose quickly watching
Others, following the same path as me.
Most were not as lucky.
I rose in haste.
But more than a crow's caw
It took less than an eternity.
It was peaceful,
It was all that the departed wanted.
Slowly, I emerged at the crest,
A light was but a yard.
My mind told me to continue to the light,
My body told me to dive back down to the peace,
My soul told me the right thing to do.
Warmth
Relief
Light
The Greatest Gift? A Second Chance.