Come back

come back

She was dressed
in angel white, me
I looked a fright
tubes running in and out
could not distinguish day from night
so sedated, unable to say
yes, please
as though Mr. Poe, had captured
my dream within a dream in flight
hid it from my sight.
I heard whispers, then a voice
it said, I care.
As I felt a hand upon my skin
I knew who it was, right then
my angel, on earth
one I witnessed birthed.
Come back

 

6 Comments on “Come back

burn baby burn

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: