That Place.

Poem i wrote, entilted :

That Place

I wake up to my chest pounding. Eyes watering. Legs aching. I try &stand but it’s not possible. I look down at my body. I don’t recognize it. I look around. I don’t recognize anything. Where am I? A sound grabs my attention, Peaks my interest. I walk towards it.its calling me. The closer I walk the further it gets. My legs are talking. They want me to give up. My hearts speeds its beat. I walk with no destination.....

This destination is unspoken, I see nothing. No light. No darkness. Where am I? My surrounding surrounds me. My environment consumes me. The walk is harder than I thought. The legs that are walking, I do not recognize. There is no time to question and observe. There is no time to investigate. I must continue walking. My legs ache. They are now bleeding. Bleeding an orange blood. A blood so thick it huts to touch. I see the blood ooze out. My body shivers...

Shivers from the cold. The coldness of the air attacks me. Punctures my skin like a sword. A shard sword. One made of bitterness and pain. The coldness begins to intensify. My steps become harder to make. I force each foot to make a print. I move slower and slower. My mind has wandered off. My body is giving up. Where am I? This question reoccurs. This question has no answer. I try and search, but my mind Wanders...

Where it wanders no-one knows. Where it goes. No-one is invited. A place of solitude. A place of no movement. A place of eternal Peace.
A place that does not exists....