I was awoken from the strangest of nightmares as I gaze through my empty room, squinting at the monsters ascaped from my racing brain,
I draw the blinds to reveal the brilliant moon staring back with glee. suddenly, there are no monsters to sink their fangs and slash their claws. I slide open the window to my roof outside, basking in the glory that is the moonlight.
I trip! my thoughts fill with dread as I plumet torwards the ground. I brace myself, but the pain doesnt come. Instead, I am caught? A brillaint moonbeam has suspended me within midair. I feel warm and peaceful.
I start moving torwards the moon! the pull of the moon like the fish on a string. Im flying even faster, and I feel the urge to look down, so I do so., my eyes drink in the scene, the earth getting smaller. I can see the curves of our blue marble. Brilliant!
My vision is obscured by the brightest of lights! a figure made of pure moonlight stands before me, and outstreches her hand. I take it, and the light creeps through my arm, over my chest, and into my veins.
I haven't a care in the world.
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Author:
DareishDopple (
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- Published: November 20th, 2017 10:47
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem that represents my take on the afterlife, Enjoy! - D_o_p_p_l_e
- Category: Spiritual
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