Into The White

Tell them I am falling into pure light skies,

Because traces of white drift past my eyes.

The slow ascent begins to speed to a rapid pace,

A constant assault of white clouds to my face.

As my ascent starts to come to a screeching halt,

I wonder...

                            Did I die? Is this a dream? Is it my fault?

 

I ask myself, "What did I do to deserve this?"

A crowd gathers, people whom I will truly miss.

As I ponder my thoughts, I seem to slowly descend,

 

"So, this must be a dream... When shall it end?"

 

     An epiphany?..

 

Maybe...

 

As I once again touch ground,

I think a better sense of myself has been found.

All thanks to this massively confusing plight,

Of soaring through the clouds, into the white.

Reviews

[Echo Nightfield]

I simply adore this, it makes me smile and believe just a bit better.

[misha]

This is a really good poem, so vivid and strong. Great job, the only thing I would fix was at the very end of the 16th line it says"Plight" and i think you meant "flight". Great job on this though, I wish I could be that flawless at writing.