It is tempting

I see the light

bright and warm

I understand

why people always go

towards it

It beckons me

calling out

the voices of those I’ve lost

 

It is tempting

they sound so pained

they call to me

It is tempting

then I understand

I can not go into the light

I must fight it

 

I am terrified

I know I must

overcome

my fears

I can’t do it

yes I can

I smell it

the stench of the dead

lIke a million skunks

the bodies, dead, but still calling

I taste the blood

awful

like metal

 

then

I realize

not blood

but death

what I taste

I know I am close

to death

this knowledge scares me

but gives me power

scary, but powerful

I will myself to overcome

I rise up and wash

the taste out of my mouth

with the water of life

I am living

with power

new power

 

it was tempting

my fears

overcome

no longer binding me