~The Light~

It starts with a flash of light-

Then utter darkness.

All other senses are heightened;

The sharp metallic tang

of blood,

The irritating tick tock

of the inner clock,

The almost hollow sound

of restricted breathing,

The permeation of nothingness

on the skin

And the taste of death

in the air.

The pain no longer exists.

It's suspended in an equilibrium

of numbness.

There's a pressure on the chest

Yet it isn't frightening.

It's almost comforting in the way

That it wraps around the body

Like a cocoon.

A backwards metamorphosis.

Still, there is the passage

From dark to light.

Eventually the dark fades

But the eyes never open.

Instead a thin sliver of light

Forms beneath the lids

Growing brighter and brighter

As the second life begins.

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this poem is about death. Recently at my school a guy in my grade was murdered. It's scary to think about death and how close and unpredictable it can be. So this is my way of coping. Thanks for reading :)