I felt a shimmering light a mile from where I was sitting.
It was the only thing that my eyes could feel.
As my gaze began to look into the light,
I saw my past crawl out of time.
My sight broke into fragments of images and sounds,
It was as though my past was calling me.
Almost as an ethereal being,
extending its arms towards me.
My pains and sorrows of the present diminished my sight,
And the hands moved closer and closer.
I stood there entranced,
Almost paralyzed.
Quite suddenly, I felt the hands of my past,
Reaching out to choke me.
It took a moment for fear to surge down my spine,
By that moment the light had gone off.
The hands vanished along with that mysterious time,
And there was darkness all around.
All except for the kindle in my mind,
Which made me realise the illusion cast by time.