My Paradise

Far too often do those mundane city noises of vermin and vile filth infest my ears and spread like cancer.  The monotony of its being chills my heart as it sharpens my witt.

Yet all it took were a pair of fates own lights to show me what I have yet to allow my own eyes to embrace.

I awoke to the feeling of a soft wind brushing against my cheeks and tall grass rubbing against my nose. My eyes opened to reveal a sudden opaque vision of sunlight and green meadows.

Once my cloudy vision had returned to stellar I was impressed with the clear realization that my prison of skyscrapers,  dirty streets and filth had transitioned into a beautiful spring meadow with rolling hills and beautiful cast of sunlight

"Am I dead?"

Through the interpretation of my surrounds, I am met with a dark figure in the distance daunting a flowing fabric of good length with shoulder length hair. All this I could barely see, but as it came closer it became apparent that it was she. 

She who had been stolen by the cruel games that God had played that day. He toiled with fate, as he does, yet he had his way. She was only 22 years of age, beautiful green eyes and flowing red locks of her mother's mother. She was taken by those whom cause good people to even question what is Good if Evil is everywhere.

Our eyes meet and my throat knots as I see her sweet smile one more time.

"Caroline ... my sweet Caroline."

Silent as she walks gently into my arms for an embrace. My chilled heart doth thaw as her warm embrace fills my body with something I haven't experienced in so long

What it's like to live

What it's like to love

I caress her chin and toss my very soul into her gaze. Her eyes have stolen me all over again. In anxiety of never seeing her again, I kiss her as I did that last night we had together.

No sooner did my eyes close do they open with great regret. I am back to my open prision of city filth and degenerates.  Vultures have already swarmed my unconscious body as I lay flaccid along the side of the road.

I can't feel anything

My time is short as I realize I am dying. My life doesn't flash before my eyes; It's not that easy. I must witness this final hour as I'm sure God has had planned before. Strangely,  I am grateful

Even if my own heaven was but a mere creation of my own mind,  it brings me hope to this lifeless existence that I might see my Caroline once more. Fading slowly, I rest my head with a smile.  I welcome the death.

"Caroline ... sweet Caroline"