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This event happened during a time when I was in a coma from blood clots to my lungs. |
Traces of pain, coursing through my veins. Tugging at tubes, willing my arms to move. Pushing a button, unconscious of reaction. Calming, soothing serum, robbing me of all sensation. Bright lights flicker, shadowy figures roam, sicker. Seeing but not seen, Who are these lonely beings? I do not understand, madness quickly makes it's stand. There, my mother sadly smiles, then melts into figures lined for miles. Weightless from my sleep, pulling me farther into the deep. I can not, will not go, drifting back I see a figure far below. A man, head bowed low, he holds my hand, not letting go. I smile at him, Then once more I sleep within. My madness locked away, soundly asleep in the bed where I lay. Knowing once more, I will walk proudly beyond this door. I passed through death alone, to you I've come back home. And that refusing to leave, I now open my eyes and see. I know death must wait, his next call will come without debate. Being cheated of his prize, perhaps, next time I will perish and die. Today won't be his day, it is time for him to walk away. Forgetting of me for a while, sleeping now, I chase my dreams for miles. |