The Void
By: Kate MacDonald

I felt a hot sharp pain, my breath left my body, darkness prevailed,
I spiraled, spun, then there was simply nothing, every sense had failed.
I flew like an empty sack, skywards, all my plans, my future, gone.
Was this the prelude to death, no wailing, just flailing, living done?

This cannot be all, where are the bright lights, the heavenly chorus
the panacea fed to us to make our going joyous?
Relief when we've ascended, not this, abandoned, ended,
Wait, I hear a caring voice, within the void, transcended.


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