Wanting to know more.
Smiling feverishly
Letting it come to fact
That the beginning
Is not far from here.
Why did you come?
Where are the familiar sights?
Did they leave you here?
Why were you left alone?
Someone needs to help;
Show you the door.
Make the road easier
To follow the light.
It seems to be near
Not a bright sparkle
Just a small twinkle.
Hidden by tree tops
You can almost touch it.
Something pulls you back
Surrounds your body
And you can't move or breathe.
Kicking and silent scream you release.
They now cover you in dirt.
Then the reality of death
Comes clear and understood.
The light was a calling,
But you couldn't answer the phone.
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