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Lay with me

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

Just a thought then poem

Submitted:Dec 12, 2011    Reads: 45    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   

No one can hear me what's going on

I can't move my arms or legs

I can't sing my favourite song

I lay here in silence but I can't be dead

My body is just an empty shell

And I have a bandage on my head

I remember the feeling of falling down

The motion of drifting and floating

Before I felt searing pain as I hit the ground.

But why can I hear every word that is said

My wife my daughters and a doctor I presume

Saying He's very, very lucky he is not dead

But I float above and see them all cry

As my wife holds a limp warm hand

And I don't understand, don't know why!

I see a shimmering white light form above

And the temptation is great to drift and admire

But I know I must stay and be with my love

How do I do it wake up form this dead sleep,

When I fly back in my body the pain I feel

I don't want the light, I won't take that leap.

My eyes flutter and my body I can feel

As I know I must stay here now

And allow my broken shell to heal

My wife smiles and cries, and says I love you

I take my time as each move is so hard

As she sees a smile so small is all I can do.


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