I can’t remember the beginning.
My mind was a jumble of thoughts
like shards of broken glass
strewn across the floor.
I can’t remember how I arrived,
to that endless, dark void;
nor how I came to confront
that faceless figure draped in black.
Yet it all felt too familiar,
like a movie you know too well,
or a crazy déjà vu.
But I do remember that walk.
That long, eternal walk with Death.
Was I even walking?
Because I don’t remember feeling
my feet touch the ground.
I remember wanting to run.
I remember wanting to scream.
I remember wanting to cry.
Feeling like a child lost in the woods.
But I knew how it would end,
because I’ve seen it a thousand times;
over and over and over again.
Death, a guide, a familiar stranger
followed by the remnants of
my disembodied mind;
fracturing and morphing,
groping in the dark
for an attachment to a form.
And Death, at long last,
at what seemed the end
of eternal space and time,
whispered those echoing words.
” ‘Til we meet again”
Written by: Yowan Dias
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