-Palit Chingtham
Woke up in a bed of golden flowers .
As time went by they withered ,
And turned into bloody thrones
I saw ten big mountains standing in front of me.
I was terrified of climbing it ,
The thought of falling kept me paralysed to the ground
I knew the longer I stayed ,
The more painful it would be
They had beautiful lies written in beautiful pattern .
Each mountain had a different lie written all over it
The same fear struck again and again ,
At each foothill .
Half way through the demons in my head whispered,
Give up its no use . In that moment
Saw a tree with a rope hanging down .
The scene was irresistible to me .
I started moving towards it ,
I almost made my own bed in that vile place .
A few familiar faces told me to keep going .
They spoke of the other side.
I kept going until I reached
Part of me wanted to go back ,
To that horrid place .
It was now a part of me
I moved on with a big smile .
Towards the land of undying love
The ten was now my past .