CLOSED DOOR

THE LAST THING I SAW WAS A CLOUD 
IN THE SHAPE OF AN ANGEL 
JUST BEFORE THE BANG,
THEN SUDDENLY, I BEGAN TO DRIFT,
MY MIND SAILING IN AN UNEXPLAINED REALITY.

SEEMS LIKE FOREVER A JOURNEY,
I WAS IN A WORLD UNKNOWN TO REASON,
VISIONS AND BEAUTY BEYOND MY IMAGINATION,
COLORS AND SHAPES CORSAGE WITH  LIGHT,
I WAS EXPERIENCING A JOY AND HAPPINESS 
NEVER FELT BEFORE, 
THEN UTTER DARKNESS DESCENDED. 

ONCE MORE I HEAR A BANG,
THIS TIME IT WAS THE DOOR OF THE MORGUE,
A MUFFLED VOICE SAYING.. HE IS DEAD.
I TRIED YELLING.. NO! I’M ALIVE..
BUT IT WAS A SOUND, ONLY FOR MY HEARING,
AS A CHILLING FROST CONSUMED MY BODY.

LEFT ALIVE IN THE JAWS OF THE MORGUE.

WILFORD BARKER.