wrote this awhile back. edited though.

looking to the distance, he sees a light.
the light he's been seeking for many months.
he hears their cries for him to turn around,
but he won't miss this opportunity.
he's been dying for this moment his whole life.
-dying; the key word-
he walks towards it, each step hesitated.
his excitement might get the best of him.
this is real. so very real.
his feet won't go fast enough.
he stops, he wants to enjoy this.
but that stop pushes him back.
farther away, the lights fading quick.
he runs to catch it, but now it's gone.
it's dark, black, cold.
then light. lots of light.
faces appear.
his sprint to death...


unsuccessful.