Accident.
Trapped inside this prison
Entangled in my mind,
Because I did not listen
To the warning at the time.
My life is just a blur right now
As I gather all my thoughts
Trying to remember, somehow
As my memory slowly rots
I remember a car
And a very bright light
Physically flying far
Barely sustaining the blight
I can hear the doctor talking
As my parents start to weep:
“Perhaps again, she’s never walking,
But the life-support, we’ll keep”
“It’ll do her good to hear you voice,
Perhaps she will respond.
It is too soon to rejoice,
But I promise she’s not gone.”
I can feel my parents hope,
Engulfing the entire room.
The reality they’ll never grope
Is the soon impending doom.
I know I won’t rise again-
I feel myself fading,
I have no fear; I will win.
Paradise is waiting.
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