Monday, May 11, 2015

Near Death

digital photoart: ralph murre


Near Death
by Firestone Feinberg


Heart attack.
Emergency.
Hospital.
Doctors.
Nurses.
Technicians.

Cold.

I was walking on a narrow bridge.
It was only wide enough for me.
And no one else was on it.

I looked up.
There was no sky.

I looked down.
There was no earth.

Just
silence
darkness
emptiness
void
mist…

I was standing in the middle of the bridge.
Then I turned around and slowly

walked


back



home.




~ first published in Verse-Virtual