Let Me Go

This is a very short story.

102. 6 was spent paralyzed. Breathing through a ventilator. Now finally, yes, after wallowing around taking up space better taken by others, finally, I see the light. The bright, lovely, beautiful, omnipotent light. More than a sun or quasar. Winged beings of hope and just surround me. The al mighty hand reaching forth. Yes. Oh yes! I attempt to grasp the hand that belongs to the lord of eternity. But I can’t. The open palm closes and leaves my sight. No! I am worthy, let me be part of this new existence. The beings fade like breath on a window. The light. The wonderful, it’s still there. But… manufactured. No! Don’t force me to stay. I want to leave. To go to the beyond. To see my loved ones who left as well. Please, goddammit please. Let me go.

Author's Note

What is happening? you tell me.

Reviews

[Relic]

A near-death experience? I don't see this as a poem, more a story. But whatever. It's good.

[Elsa]

I had it listed under story, but the reviewer before you said it should be under poetry. :I

[Emma Anderson]

This, I beleive is about a sick person who wants to get well and be free of living in hospital and to move on. It says this is a story but to me it seems like it should be under poetry. I'm struggling to say much about this as there isn't much to comment on. Maybe you should concider adding to this and expanding it into a short shory. It could be an interesting short shory.