A Poem By Me.
(based on actual experience)
‘ The Land of the Dead ‘
Floodgate opens, numbness begins to spread, once again I travel the land of the dead.
Here in the lower I search for the higher, magnificent spritual heights of which I aspire.
Thoughts manifest and a gateway opens, heres my chance or at least I’m hoping.
Like someone trying to win a race, I hurriedly jump through the open space.
Not knowing what to expect, I abandon all fear and yell “what the heck”.
Travelling through a tunnel faces appear and begin to mock, then it ends and I land on a rock.
Black empty darkness as far as the ‘ eyes’ can see, nothing at all except this rock and me.
An eternity passes of me feeling alone, bored and fustrated ” I’m going back home”.
I focus on my physical body lying in bed, then I begin to fade out of the Land of the Dead.