Never understood the need for a Cloth.
Never understood why it should cover my eyes.
As I looked beyond the cloth through my spirit’s eye, I saw my life as it had been lived.
The sweet smell of roses as my mother came by and tried to force feed me that extra morsel
The radiant smile of dad as he looks at me lovingly over from his study.
Or that of my little sister as she gives me the toothy smile whilst chasing a butterfly in the garden.
These views from the spirit’s eye were yet to be savored when they were clutched away and I was brought back into nothingness within the cloth with a jerk as I was pushed forward and made to stand in the limelight.
But is it the limelight? How was I to know? For I had a cloth over my eyes.
I stepped back into my dream world and thought of school and fiends old and new, lost and found.
I taught of my love, whose very presence used to make my Heart flutter.
Is my love near? Maybe I feel her presence or maybe it is my head playing games with my heart.
As I stood alone in the limelight with the cloth over my eyes, I relaxed and let the feeling of hope wash all over me.
The hope that the cloth would be removed and I would see the world again.
It was then that the first bullet hit me in my left hand, followed by a storm of them ripping my body apart.
I could see clearly now, from above upon my now dead body and I thought with sadness the cloth was over my eyes, but darkness was over your heart.