The truth is often hidden . . .

purse by turtle ridge studio

 by Firestone Feinberg

The truth is often hidden

As if it's made of gold —

Although it can't be stolen

Neither bought nor sold

Nor stashed away in purses

Nor kept in wallet fold —

The truth is — truth is worthless

Until the thing's been told.

~ first published in Verse-Virtual

Near Death

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