My Foot Stepping in Front of the Other

January 22, 2011
By , Louisville, KY
My foot stepping in front of the other
The winds whispering to one another
The bare trees reaching to the distant lights
How long have I drifted through endless nights!
Tripping, falling, spinning, running, turning
My fears and tears are mixing and churning
Should I keep going or should I just stay
And like the leaves, let my body decay?
Is the end of this forest, this maze near?
I wish this nightmare would just disappear
Memories of happiness have faded
My hope is wilting; my strength is jaded
Laughing crows haunt and echo everywhere
As I stupidly keep going nowhere
My stomach twists; my mind starts to scream
My feet start to run, run away from this dream
The distant lights fade; the darkness thickens
The winds hush their whispers; my pulse quickens
Pulled out from under, the grassy carpet
Into the black nothingness, I plummet
I kept falling, there was end to this
No escape out of the deep, dark abyss
But black became white, then lo and behold
There stood a tall and proud gate of gold
It opens, and a soft voice calls my name
Ahead, she waves to me; I do the same
Smiling, I walk to my beloved mother
My foot stepping in front of the other

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