Journey Last

Found myself on opening eyes

On a tiny boat, almost adrift

Standing alone, holding an oar

In a faraway world, I had never seen

It was mystical, yet dark and grey

A strange light creeping everywhere

Adding to the luminous gloom

Looked behind on hearing some sound

Saw a flock of vultures, homing in

Though very far, I can feel them strong

Their hungry beaks, eager to snap

On the fresh and newly arrived meat

Or Is it that, I’ve carried something

Memories of life, long that I had lived

Forbidden that are, to be taken along

In the journey last, to the place beyond