There & Back Again Poem by Wilfred Alford

Wonder came calling but justice wired me in.
Electric bars held their
Grip and pressure exploded from somewhere therein.
I felt my mind
Cloud and darkness draped over me.
Fate had claimed his prize and
The journey seemed to be at its end.
Until a light flickered from the
Corner reflecting an old prophet.
The name I couldn’t recall, for fate
Had stolen my knowledge.
I stumble over to the mirror…the prophet
Was locked within.
Something over took me and I felt a violent wind.
I woke the following minute and settled a pone hard ground.
Took three looks around and let out a violent yell.
A tremble that
Shocked my foundations within.
My mind was consumed by those
Of others.
What world was this, was this the prophets doing?
I seem to be these lonely people and traveled through their lives.
From begin to end I watched in horror as their lives were chipped
Away.
The heartache furthermore was horrific and I couldn’t being to
comprehend their torment.
I fainted at their pain and appeared back in my
Former place.
The prophet spoke and that is when fact dawned on me.
There was no leaving this dreadful place.
This was my life now…to
Travel there and back again to witness mankind’s fate.