The Cycle

Feelings inept, quiet.

I lay quiet, solemn as the grave.

My face frozen, stuck on the mirror.

Emotions carry no honey anymore.

The mind is empty, responses slow.

Poke me with a stick, and I will not move.

I lay quiet, paralyzed and hollow.

The room undescriptive.

Is it large? Is it small?

The eyes can't see...

But I hear footsteps.

Footfalls around me,

loving sobs and condolences.

Why do they cry?

What have I done?

What have they done?

The final words to say of a man,

they go towards me.

They tell me the kind of man I was,

happy-go-lucky, energetic,

full of potential.

"My loving, dearing son," one says.

"A guy who always laughed," says another.

"He was strange, but everyone liked him," says a third."

"I loved him so much, with all my heart," says the last.

Then gears and cogs turn.

I rest upon ground.

The cries can still be heard.

All the sobs, the weeps, the whines,

the mourning screams.

Then something falls upon me,

rhythmic noises fall upon me.

The cries and rhythms go on for hours,

until I could hear no more.

It is only after that I wake,

and the first thing I see is

a darkness, a never-ending darkness

that stretches on forever.

No form of light is present.

Nothing is here.

Nothing can feel.

Nothing can sense.Nothing can move.

Nothing can function.

My fear expands, taking over my heart.

I want out!

Out of this darkness!

I merely wish to leave!

But how can I ask the darkness

to spit me out?

I cannot do anything.

How much time has passed?

A day? A week? A year? A century?

It feels so long.

I want to leave, but I cannot.

So I wait, endure the fear.

I endure...

and then a light shines bright,

allowing me to see.

Its source draws me forward,

making me move.

Then I can feel.

I can see.

I can sense.

I can breathe.

I reach the light, only to be carried

by an angel in white.

I cry so loudly,

so glad to be rid of the darkness,

to run free and to breathe,

to finally function and to feel!

And then I hear the first words

that welcome me into this brave new world

of light...

          "It's a baby boy."

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

A rebirth! This is a very intriguing... I like how you have depicted the death turned into a birth, of the same soul. Very well penned!