The Accident
Vision blurred
I awaken.
What has happened?
Too weak to know or understand
I try to sit up even
Only to feel broken.
Everything is white
My clothes,
The walls,
Even the bed around me.
I soon gain my sight
Seeing many flowers, balloons and bows
Wishing me well
Though only to have lost a friend.
A friend?
My mind rushes with questions.
What friend?
Why can’t I speak and ask?
I turn my head
No one was there till the end.
Our fates quickly collide
My heart stops inside
I see heaven’s gates
Then I see you and relate
What happened that day
Though now it is too late.
by
Cyberaposted on 04/27/2007
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