Dec.8 1995 Poem by Mike Gross

Though the clouds were changing from a gray to pink and a mist glistened with a touch of gold. I was scared of what I dont Know. I could feal a peaceful darkness souround me but that too didnt comfort me. Then a filmilar white haze filled my mind. It was as if god had just pulled the needel off a record player, like yesterday never existed and tomorrow would never come. Already it was like an unreal dream to me yet i couldnt imagin another world. My hart raced and my palms were moits with sweet yet I was cold I think my body just left my soul.