UNTITLED

Locked inside my world,
Safe from harm and fear.
All by myself,
No distractions.
Thinking aloud
Dreaming in colour.
I am free.
Free to believe,
Free to decide.
I never want to leave
But the inevitable is upon me.
Death is near.
I sense it's close,
Smell the stench.
A stream of light!
It's coming for me.
Penetrating my darkness,
Enveloping me in white.
My world is fading
Leaving me behind
In this death that you call life.

By Exandra