Letter

January 12, 2018

Dear my mind,

Dark, darkness, all I can see

Wait..what happened to me?

Nothing, no sound at all

Before me stands a long hall

I walk down slowly, quietly

*tip tap tip tap*

The sound my shoes make

Leaving soft echoes in my wake

I drag my hand along the wall

A light forms at the end of the hall

I walk quicker, my steps turn into a jog

Suddenly, my body is surrounded by a dark fog,

I hear my name being called,

I hear my mother’s cries, I hear them all,

“Please come back! My poor baby!”

I run to her and burst through the door at the end of the row,

I hear a flatline and I’m hit in the chest with a strong blow

“I’m sorry..but she has let go..”

I stand above my body wondering what happened to me..

Dark, darkness, all I can see.

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