by Mark Mangum
I am short of breath,
And free falling so fast.
I am standing so still that this world crumbles,
And falls out from beneath me.
A blur of light distorts my vision.
A child sins to be forgiven.
I whisper a scream into the great beyond,
And long to be held by a nothingness that would caress my mind,
And clutch my body close to it.
Pull back the folds of skin,
To release my soul from within.
Hold my heart in its hands as I take one shuddering last breath.
Now awake from this dream,
I find that I now stand in a new world,
A world that I have never seen before.
I take notice of everything,
For this is my reality.