***
Maybe Later
I sit in the dark,
with my eyes wide open.
I’m 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 it’s
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.
***