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
