look into the depths.
The mirror surface ripples,
where I was left for dead
Head smashed
river water leaking in.
Thoughts seeping out.
Only sleeping now
with the fishes instead.
This is what it feels like...
Walking barefoot on clouds,
The soft feel of dew between toes.
The tingle of cold tickles my feet
whilst the wind blows right through me.
No pain, no urge to scream and shout
sound all muffled out,
just gurgling like the plug being pulled
and life trickling down.
Memory doesn't really work as it should,
sometimes a trickle, others a flood.
I have brief snatches, oil-smeared glimpses.
An assailant. I'm running,
head caved. I'm done in.
Blood pools around my head,
he drags me to the water’s edge
and throws me in.
I see this all from behind him.
As I'm floating.
If I was to describe the world as I see it
you wouldn't recognise, nothing fits,
It's all sharp angles with jagged bits.
Blurred symbols a growing mist
and us the dead waving through
like wind breathing, in and out.
Not many can see us. Faded from view.
Just animals, small children and a select few.
Fierce lights, strange sights,
I'm remembering more of that night.
I saw brake lights flare up ahead.
I went to explore. should have stayed in the car instead.
The man looked at me with dead eyes,
said 'tonight isn't your lucky night'
and swung the lead pipe against my head.
No doorway appeared,
no great beam of light.
I'm just here,
forever under darkness of night.
I think the reaper must have missed me,
my paperwork mislaid.
Now I float around this unrecognisable world,
feet never to feel the ground,
forever in shade.
Thanks for reading
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