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The Extraction

Poetry By: devilrod
Horror


Either being born, and becoming aware, or dying and becoming aware.


Submitted:Jun 15, 2008    Reads: 110    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


You dance softly on a stream of light

You whisper to me to be born

You rush by me on all sides

You touch me, and I awake

As my eyes crack open, I am screaming

Though I can't comprehend anything, I truly know everything

From a limitless, open expanse

No tension of life pain

No awareness of existence

Slowly, begrudgingly, I realize my new boundaries

My new weight and senses

It's not completely terrifying anymore

There are certain aspects that remind me of that ancient void

But they are few and far between

So I must be patient and observe





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