I walk in the tunnel beyond
Which the light exists.
The light fills me
As I walk towards that end.
I feel empty,
Engulfed by only pure filling my cells.
I look back,
And in a flash, all memories cross.
I feel a tear,
For the ones I left behind.
And in that precious moment, I decide,
That I don't want to go into the light.
I want to rush back,
To comfort the people who have made those memories.
But something has chained me,
Everything is pulling me towards the light.
No! NO! I don't want to go there, I shout.
But as I fade into paradise, my existence diminishes,
Inside out.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...