Where I am

Cold, Pale and still,
frozen with winter's chill.
Is there anything I wouldn't give,
to have that, the way I feel.

Falling into blackness,
passing behind a veil.
This is what I imagine,
when I imagine Hell.

Gray, Damp and hard,
is the ground on which I lay,
There is no sun or moon,
there is no night or day.

Looking into fog,
walking in a daze.
A thick and heavy cloud,
is blocking out the rays.

No need to cry.
No need to fear.
A quiet voices says,
"Your home dear."

~Aisha Jackson ~my sister~