Death’s Appeal

A television show violently brought it all back
Lying on a stretcher, fading in and out of black
That horrid night in the emergency room
Each person trying to drag me away from my tomb
Cutting my clothes off while racing down the hall
Fifty over nothing is no blood pressure at all
At first I was scared, I knew I was dying
Even when I accepted it, everyone kept trying
The chaos disappeared when I closed my eyes
No screams or pain; I was loosening the ties
But they kept dragging me back to battle this war
Until I decided I could battle no more………..
 
Slowly, so slowly, I sensed the bedlam was gone
And so from my crypt, hesitantly, I was drawn
Only to find everything wracked with pain
In every inch of my body, torture did reign
Facing a hellish domain between dark and light
I consciously decided it was time to fight
I heard the doctors saying I was lucky to be alive
After all, on the operating table, twice I had died
There was no guiding light nor good or bad dreams
I simply closed my eyes for a moment, it seemed
For me beyond had become empty and void
No happy reunions or heaven to enjoy

In just a few months my body was healed
And I keep both the terror and the scars concealed
It wasn’t the first time I had faced death
And someday, I know, I’ll take my last breath
I tell myself it wasn’t my day to die
Maybe that was why I never saw the other side
Still I questioned if there was a heaven or God
And why all my beliefs had become a facade
But my faith was shattered that horrible night
And life without hope is a terrible plight
So with a single shard I began to resurrect and heal
Knowing God will someday accept my appeal