Ironic End

Just trying a little something new, after not submitting anything in a while.

A rush of light,

So bright and cold.

Losing all sight,

A gate of gold.

 

Is this the heaven,

To which all go.

 

An angel appears,

So beautiful is she.

Eyes filling with tears,

Fear begins to grow.

 

A look of disappoint,

And shaking of its head.

The angel spoke unto me,

"You aren't suppose to be here, yet."

 

A flood of memories,

I wraithed in pain.

I relive my last moments,

Getting hit by a train.

 

Walking down the tracks,

Revisiting the night before.

The touching and kisses,

My first true taste of bliss.

 

So last in memories,

So intraced by that night.

I never saw it comng,

The train that took my life.

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

This is a cool concept poem, I like the reliving of the person's end.
Nice imagery.