Maybe Later

I sit in the dark,

with my eyes wide open.

Iím wondering if somebody

someone, will come for me.

Then I see a bright light

and I go towards it.

But something,

someone, is telling me itís

just not my time.

The doctors are doing

everything they can

and I am in the middle of this

lying in a puddle of blood.

The time is growing shorter

but then I awake,

and I am better.

It just was not my time.

Maybe later.