*TRIGGER WARNING*
Death

Dreaming,
I see a soft glow of white light.
I go towards it,
Hesitantly at first.

As I get closer,
It gets brighter.
But the light does not frighten me,
Instead its calling.

Eager now,
I run towards the glow,
But it seems to be getting farther away.
Frustrated after minutes,
I sink my to my knees
Onto the cold, hard, obsidian ground.
Everything around me is the blackest black I've ever seen.

Just when I think the light is going to go away,
It starts coming closer.
I stand up,
And run to it, ready for whatever lies behind it.

As I jump into the brightness,
A flame spreads across my skin.
But it does not hurt,
Somehow, it's peaceful.

Not sure rather to scream or laugh,
I float, letting the light carry me.

Thats when I realize I am not dreaming.
I am dying.
But where there should be panic,
I feel relief.

I say an apology to whomever needs it,
And I peacefully bask in the white,
Glad to be away from the darkness.
Not just the darkness of the "dream"
But of life itself.