TUNNEL DOWN
Even at the beginning, everything has meaning
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. A great opening up
Hold the smiles and don't shed any tears. The beating softly goes away. . .
And the screaming stops. Is now over…
Ha-ahh. Ha-ahh. Ha-ahh. I'm now breathing on my own
Lights and colors spin in the nigh. The air's fused with heat
and madness, rush in and is sucked down full of breath . . .
Bright are the colors of every hue. Wash me down, pamper me now
The brightness of the place hurts my eyes
Pinks and blues and almost everything white
The great opening up place
So happy!
Write it down.
The great opening up place is large and bright, full of colors,
full of sounds . . . The light is almost full of white
A chorus of angels singing, dies to a hush in my ears,
replaced by beeping and hums and whispers
"Ahhh, you're mommy's now…."
OPENING MY EYES. . .
…th…the light at the end of the tunnel it's not green, not pink
Not purple or blue--
Ahhh, it too is white
About the Creator
Jyme Pride
Some people form love affairs with numbers. Others, it's music, sports, money or fame. From an early age, mine has been words. Oftentimes, it's words that makes a person . . . .
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