In the darkness that followed
I felt an overwhelming emptiness.
Then as quickly as it was dark it was light
A blinding over powering glow, radiating from…?
So bright as to be opposite to darkness
No sense of where I was, I stood blinded.
Then I felt a hand slip into mine
A gentle tug as I was led, to…?
We pass through several rooms of blinding light
Each a different hue, red, green yellow
Now a blue room, in which I can see a couch
I am led to it, I sit, now…?
Apart from the seat I am on there is nothing
Then a figure appears, in white, robes flowing
A man of thirty I am guessing, he looks at me
I stare back, he does move just….?
Fear is not an emotion as I sit there, more intrigue
Where am I? What is happening?
The man continues to look then beckons me
I move towards him, he points at…..?
Before me is a window, beyond is a scene
People are gathered, I recognise my mother
My sister is there, tissue to her face,
Why are they there, what is the…?
My mind races they are somewhere and didn’t ask me?
And this place, this is not where I’d expect them to be
We were here last year for Grandad, why now?
A priest steps forward says my…?
My mother is grim faced and I know why
It dawns on me I have business unfinished
My mother and I argued, I stormed out
Smugly I grabbed the car keys marched ……?
It dawns on me I have left her wishing
She wanting I know we could do it all over
Those words ‘I hate you bitch!’ echo within me
I want to cry but somehow……….?
Behind me the man shuffles his feet
Knowing precisely what I am feeling
But letting it happen, remains silent
I turn and look at him but………?
The man, stares and smiles warmly at me
Takes my hand, leads me off again
I look back but all is gone now, just the glow of light
Where now I wonder, the truth now…..?
Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/04/20/prompt-52-soul-scarring-regret-2/
Morpethroad 
Excellent work Michael
Thank you so much Yves.
So much to read in this Michael, the torment of speaking harsh words and the regret. Interesting format with the questions asked.
Thank you Jenny I as always appreciate your comment.
Makes one think about parting words to people. Always make them good ones, for you just never know. Really well done Michael.
Thanks Jackie it certainly does. A regret you can’t amend can be life long.
Wow, powerful, great take on the prompt the ultimate time of regret, when there is no time or way to undo a single thing..brilliant work Michael! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen, the prompt didn’t suggest joy of any sort did it. So a regret you can’t change I figured would certainly be soul scarring.
Well done, Michael…it was so painful to read,yet that`s because you wrote it so well.
Thank you Oliana, I should say I am pleased you read it that way, but I understand the painful aspect.i would think never being able to express regret would be excruciating.
So true…like a burp that won`t come up…ouch!
Liked how you left each last line hanging…and the story was so well done. That particular regret hounded me for a long time before I made peace with it…of course on this side of the veil.
Thank you Georgia, I am pleased you made your peace.
Deep & emotional.
Thank you RoSy this prompt asked for just that.
This is intriguing. Dreamlike in its description that could also be a nightmare. Creatively written.
Thanks Kim, I appreciate your comment. Hope your day is a fair one.