I Wasn't Ready

Staring up at the sky,
I felt scared as the darkness,
it engulfed me.
Now, here I lie.

Where I was going now,
No longer mattered.
Where I had been,
the things I had done,
There was nothing sadder.

I had a hard life,
I had been a daughter,
a mother, and a wife.

My future, it was no longer bright,
Through the darkness
all I could see was....
a blinding light.

Now..was I filled with fright?
Never.
I now knew
this was the end of forever.

On the earth, I continued to roam,
As a spirit, a shadow
Not of flesh and bone.

For my punishment for my wrongs,
Was being alone,
doomed for an eternity long.

I looked for an escape,
However, I’m afraid that time
I had made a bad mistake.

I really wasn’t ready to leave,
To my mortal life
I wanted to cleave.

So...therefore, this I say to those I hurt,
For it all I am truly sorry.
For I created my own living hell,
And in it I burnt.

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