Three hours of non existence
Posted on: February 8, 2008, at 01:14:09pm

As I lay here… blinded by this white sheet, I wonder, what am I? Where am I? Am I alive? Confusion…I flex my fingers, I breathe in, feel the life slowly being returned to me, closing and opening my eyes again, feeling cold in my nakedness, I remove this sheet, I feel pain, terror, loneliness, then I hear it, a scream ripping the air like a shattering cup against the cold floor, it was her who put me here, she who could not believe what her eyes saw, she who was so sure that this handsome boy was dead, that no breath of life was left in him, now she believes in miracles, now I close my eyes once more.

I open my eyes just to be blinded again, not by white this time but by a darker color, mother… hugging her child as she never hugged him before and never would again, so alien yet I felt towards this candid show of love… I know you, I know what you think, you never thought I would live, now you are relieved that once more you have your precious excuse to make your own anger flow free from you to me in the finest form of heart aches.

I lay here alive and trying my best to remember, a car, pain, nothingness, then the inevitable question, what happened?
Her eyes full in tears, she knows I must know, she hands me a paper, I struggle to see, no words from her, then terror… three hours, this paper said, my brain and heart ceased working three hours just 2 days ago I was quite dead… and then I think, three hours of non existence? What a blessing.

Lucky I am, or perhaps not, that not a single scar remains to tell the tale for me.

1. 1: Catzrock24
   Posted at 9:47pm on June 22nd, 2008

   wow did u write this ???
   if u did this is good check out my profile for 1 of the deep poems i hav written