I Remember Dying

on the spot

cold blood

spilled

from my body

i remember

i think it was a shotgun

pistols

or maybe

a rock?

i remember her face

forever etched in my brain

her voice

a shrill, dull cackle

emitted from the inside of her being

as she ordered

an army of men and women

children alike

to throw those 

murderous jagged rocks at me

boulders

it felt like

but

i wasn't a pagan

i swear

i didn't put a hex on the town

no

don't kill me

but they did

and 

maybe

that's why

i have a hard time

believing

anything

---

they next thing

that i remember

is waking up

somewhere

on the floor

of some pub

or another

and i remember

someone grabbing me

not harsh like

just 

softly

he picked me up

in his arms

and he whispered in my ear

he said that i fainted

when i looked him in the eye

i thought i recognized him 

i was wrongbut i guess

because i didn't

and he didn't believe me when i said

that i didn't remember

---

that night

everything was right quiet

i don't remember anything there

but i remember the trees

the wind

and the sky

i couldn't

sleep

or close my eyes

so i walked outside

and sat down

under the trees shade

i remember crying

but what for

is beyond me

the tears spilled

i felt the rush of the night pass by me 

and then the sun burned me

making my eyes sting

and then i saw it

in my minds' eye

i remember dying

Author's Note

i know this is long, it's like a story, but, in poem form.

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[Valentine]

Different time of a dream experience I would think. Interesting lines. Valentine