DAVID werts

(United States)

I walk down the path of darkness


I walk down the path of darkness and see hardly no light
I'm scared I wont find a way out of the harsh night,

I stumble over a rock, hurt my foot and my hands
I brush off the dirt and mend my foot with leaves and bands,

I'm lost in here no one to see my pain
I keep walking in circles and it starts to rain,

if only someone could direct me I'd be out in not time
but know one can hear me I'm so lost with clothes covered in grime,

in the distance I here a man scream 'Over Here! ! '
I so confused thats I think its my mind so shake in fear,

I start to walk twords the sound
as I still caint see all around
start to run and guess what I found?

I found me laying in bed
with something covering me toe to head
I reached for my self and saw I was dead,

how can this be
I'm standing here looking at me,

I try to pick my self up but caint feel no more
all of a sudden I caint see me, my self or even the floor,

a bright light came over me like the sun raise
Im feeling content and feel so peaceful I start to praise,

my time to go guess its clear
not alone no more, not even fear
guess its time to get outa here.........

Submitted: Friday, October 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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