Living DeadA Poem by CashTheWriterIts not that I'm sad but for some reason I just feel depressed. Hopefully I don't go into cardiac arrest. Suddenly I feel this sharp pain. In my chest. Then I feel as though there's no life left in me. Then again what do I know? For I have no feelings, or do I? Do my mind deceive me?! Or is that I don't believe in thee, I mean thy, I mean I. Now all of a sudden I think I am Able to fly, but why? That stress is something else, it got me hallucinating, thinking I can fly! But wait! Now I spot this guy he seems shy. So I said Hi! But he didn't reply... Once again I said hi then I asked; "where am I?" He chuckled... Then my insides began to tussle. No words left my lips, for I thought I was in danger. Finally he replied, "you silly girl you" then he smiled. "You are in heaven, and you can fly you weren't hallucinating. Actually all angels fly". By then I wanted to take every word he said and shove them back into that hole in his face. Those words were such a disgrace and he was sick! I'm no angel, I'm a human being. I figured he had enough of me so he pulled out this gun and stood beside me. Then he said "watch and you'll see." So I watched, and as he pulled the trigger I trembled. Thinking he wanted to talk my life away. The first bullet shot out words that said "you're dead" After that I trembled even more and tried to pinch myself because I knew this was all just a bad dream. The second bullet then hurried and rushed out of the gun. It showed me a video clip of how I died. I was sitting in a corner rocking back and forth with tears rolling down my face. I then asked the man to stop shooting because I couldn't take it anymore. Then I said to him "this proves nothing, how did I die?" He then sat next to me and whispered in my ear, "you died because Of the amount of stress and pressure you were under." I then began to cry. But no tears were coming out. Then he told me he was also an angel and that angels can't cry because were now in a much better place. We were safe. I thought to myself this is too much to take in. But then..... Thee end. © 2011 CashTheWriter |
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4 Reviews Added on April 27, 2011 Last Updated on April 27, 2011 AuthorCashTheWriterN/A, PAAboutMy life is hetic ,yet interesting. I write poetry and stories. They make me feel good. Follow @ImCash !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.cre.. more..Writing
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