Ringing in my ears
vibrations down my spine
I am hauled to
a place known
I visit this place
often when I sleep
I was cleaning this place yesterday
but today I saw myself die
hauling my soul
swooping me through a white light
I heard my last heart beat
few voices around me
coming from an unknown spear
I dare not open my eyes
want to get back to senses again
I utter a prayer every time
I don’t know why
I feel
this will happen again
tomorrow so
I mustn’t slumber
In response to The Daily Post
Day 6 NaPoWriMo
April 6th, 2018
Lovely poem Preeti
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Thank you 😊
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You are welcome Preeti
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Beautiful written x
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Thank you 😊
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