Death, Birth, Life
Coruscating light obscures my vision,
Weightlessness plagues my body,
Ringing beleaguers my audition,
All the while retrospective thoughts fleetingly brandish my mind,
Nihilty.
A speck appears in the distance,
It languidly expands,
A cold object grasps my head,
I'm expeditiously pulled through the now huge, white hole,
Light,
Sounds,
screams.
I was told about this contest by . The inspiration for the poem came from an intoxicated, wine-riddled night, under the cloudy skies of Cape Town, where I philosophized over death, and reincarnation.
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