No angels came to greet me, only darkness
Swarms of screaming bees had filled my mind
Everything so black… Much like an ocean
Drowning… I was motionless and blind
Strip lights flashing, in and out of focus
Panicked voices, calling out my name
Every silent breath, a breath of struggle
Numb from any feeling, or the pain
No blinding light or doorway, lay ahead of me
No healing hand, or whispers of concern
Nothing, but the sound of angry insects
Breaking free to summon my return
I opened up my eyes, in some confusion
Everything so sterile, white and clean
Had I simply drifted here, from out of nowhere?
A place the living never should have been
Fragile as a man of many ages
Nothing making any sense at all
Left wondering… If I should ask forgiveness?
Yet knowing that no one would hear my call
In life I wasn't worth the gift of living
Yet even death refused to welcome me
And so I just drifted, through this life of wonder
Where through the darkness, I had learned to see
Ian Duquemin
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