The Void
written by: Kate MacDonald
@etherealtruth
I felt a hot sharp pain, my breath left my body, darkness prevailed,
I spiraled, then there was an aching nothing, every sense had failed.
I flew like an empty sack, skywards, all my plans, my future, gone
Was this a prelude to death, no wailing, just flailing, living done?
This cannot be all, where is the bright light, the heavenly chorus
the panacea fed to us to make our going joyous,
relief when we’ve ascended, not this, abandoned, ended,
Wait, I hear a caring voice, within the void, transcended.
I am a retired Scottish septuagenarian. I began to write at the start of the pandemic, entering lockdown and the world of words simultaneously. I have many hobbies, but writing helps to fill an insomniac's dark quiet hours. I've been lucky enough to see various poems and short stories published, online and in print. Some of these publishers are Chris Fielden's “Nonsensically Challenged” (for charity), High Shelf Press volume XXIII, WinglessDreamer, Spillwords Press, 805 Lit and Art, Funny Pearls, Little Old Lady Comedy, Dillydoun Review, The World of Myth Magazine, Friday Flash Fiction, Superfast Stories, The Library Love Letter, DBA Wordslinger Enterprises.
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