A Lost Soul

A Lost Soul

I stand on top of the balcony
Peering out into the woods.
The woods are dark and mysterious
And just starring at it makes me curious.

It feels like Deja Vu
I feel like I been here before
But from where?
I feel like there is something waiting for me over there.

I climb down the stairs
and start making my way into the woods.
It is dark and creepy out here
The leaves crunching under my feet, is the only thing I hear.

My heart is telling me to go back,
but my brain is telling me to carry on
Instead, I listen to my brain
And do the most insane.

I walk down a little path
It leads me to a grave.
I walk over to it,
And read the description on it.

Here lies Samantha Becker,
1934-1948,
Beloved daughter of Alan and Beth
May you rest in death.

I froze at the words.
Could this be true?
Who was I? Where was I?
Did I really die?