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Wrong Turn
A man sits in a hall,
Dazed and confused staring at the wall.
Ok enough…
Up on his feet he begins to walk,
Passing by all the doors, no exit signs
But he can hear someone begin to talk.
Too bad none of it makes any sense…
Almost to the end
He hears a faint whimper
Like a trapped puppy
He sends himself into another stupor.
Facing a tattered door
He wonders if he should go through
Should he move forward for me
Would he do it for you???
He chokes down all his pride and moves on whatever the expense…
It’s wide open
The door swings free
Down into the darkness
“ok this one’s for me”
He holds onto the railing
Taking each step very slow
The light from the top is getting dim
“FUCK” the door slammed shut
Now which way should he go???
Well he already came this far
Only God knows why
No sense in going back
No reason to work in vain
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
What the hell, was that a cry???
Shit… ok no time to waste
Got to hurry the hell up
Time to move with the utmost haste
Fuck… he slips, he falls
Tumbling at a furious pace
The feeling of pain
Brick on bone
He can’t even recall his name
But he can feel the blood
Dripping from his face…
One last chance before it’s all too late
What to do???
He’s not slowing down…
Reach!!!
Take hold!!!
Thank God for the railing
His body hangs over the edge
And for the moment he’s safe…
Take a second
Let him catch his breath
Holding himself with one hand, it’s not over yet…
The air is foul, thick, yet still
Not even the slightest breeze can he feel
A deadly silence surrounds him
All he can hear is his own torturous groans
He clears his mind
Thinks about home
But with that … he lets go
Still no air passes him by
It’s like he’s being sucked down
With that thought he begins to cry…
No more falling, the movement has stopped
It didn’t hurt, it can’t be the ground
Entirely feeling numb
He can’t even move one finger around
He’s froze
Now an even stranger feeling arose
He feels warm
Without a single tear
He’s not use to this
It fills him with fear
He can’t move his head
But he can see the light
Ever more sensing he might be dead
With everything within him, he must fight…
Too late, no use, he still can’t move
But whatever this is, he has something to prove…
The light is coming closer
Driven by confusion he closes his eyes
Engulfed by the bright splendor
He can now feel, much to his surprise
It’s warm
The touch of feathers
Laid softly on his skin
No more pain
He begins to smile
Torn and battered he’s healing from within
Comfort conquers fear
For the moment everything feels alright
Maybe he could stay like this
If not forever, just for the night
His eyes open
Blinded by the brilliance
He can barely make out a figure
One word being magnificence
Only for a moment
Was he allowed to see
Now he is safe
The angel must leave him be
**beep beep beep** Damn alarm clock
He’s lying in bed
All alone yet gladly at home
Was it all a dream? I guess nothing can be said….
Le Fin, The End
This kept me thinking, until I got to the end. Very interesting, and I can relate
This poems was amazing...i loved the ending when he found out his nightmare/dream was not real....you have some really good talent...and hey, My brother, David, is in Iraq too...and i just wanna tell you that not many guys have the mental or physical abilities to do what u have to face and endure everyday...keep it man...ur an inspiration...