Heaven said I'd taken a wrong turning,
down was my fate,
my soul should be burning.
Elevator grinding
to the screeching gates. I wait.
"Sorry hell is not your destiny I'm afraid."
So, I walked, not wanted,
into the shadowy caves. The space
between spaces where I just wait.
Story of my life. Story of my death.
To walk in shadows, no place for my final breath.
I pace the corridors
of this shadow dimension.
The eternal prison
between salvation
and damnation.
The looks on faces,
mild confusion
mixed with something
not quite human.
"You are here too soon"
They spoke
to my translucent vision.
I keep walking,
but something isn't right.
I keep hearing the beeping of machines,
The words of humans swirling
through this weird palace of night.
This place where images seep into view.
Where light isn't seen as much as felt
as it rushes through you
and I scream. A lone terrified scream.
It shatters the cracking mirror world
into a thousand fragments of dreams.
I awakened in my hospital bed.
Well guess here is where I belong. I said.
So, I'll make the most of this journey.
For however long.
I picked up a pen.
Twisting between
my thumb and fingers,
felt its cool exterior.
Started to feel its weight
in my hand, heavy like the heart
I hold deep inside.
Smooth like the rivers
of tears I've cried.
I realised that with so much weight,
this pen could change the world.
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