Chuck West


The Other Side

Slowly, ever so slowly I opened my eyes,
All I could see was mist,
Swirling and blowing in an unfelt breeze.
Bright light makes it difficult to see,
At first I thought it was quiet,
But in the distance I could hear voices.
Nothing to identify, just that low murmur
When you know someone is close,
But you don't know who it is.

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