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Towards the light

Fate beckons my life towards the light,
veteran eyes flashing with wit as a breathy
whistle of inhalation is drawn sharp.
Broken glass glints jagged beneath my feet,
soft pains settle, gently unworldly.
A cold sweat breaking through.
 
From somewhere essential I sense hushed pleads,
an urgent pressure straining against my lungs;
electricity flushes the blue from my veins,
leaving a vacancy that fades the light dim.
The light writhes in fits of panic with
intervals of screaming slicing through,
shadows tightening their strangle hold.
I start to run.

Undiscovered bravery tears apart boundaries,
fully fledged and flaunting a savior complex.
Shuddering wings unfurl and curl in throes
of torment, imprisoned in the tapering light.
The light rushes to meet me halfway.

Plunging into the light I grasp at feathers,
A set of smirking eyes meet mine.
The light is blinding.


 
Written by Scribbler12
Published | Edited 31st Mar 2013
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