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This picture represents "Amber Rivers of Past Regret," well.
In a dark time, I had to face a traumatizing situation that I don't know how in the world I let happen, which involved my whole family! The event placed me in self-conviction; I turned my back to life itself and plummeted down the rabbit hole into the abyss and cesspools of drugs and alcohol, wishing, hoping they would take my life. Twenty-two years I sat talking with God from the devastation.
I passed away two years ago, placed on life support for a week and a half, where my oxygen levels fell to 32% for my brain and body to operate. Five days I was left this way, trying to get my daughter to let me go, she was my POA so that they could turn the machine off; otherwise, I'd come out a vegetable. Before they shut it off, I sat up but furthering my disability with comprehension and memory problems. Finally, I said to God; Lord, I can not go one living this way; I didn't want to live this way anymore. But Lord, I need your help this time coming home to join and relive in life once again.
It happened on November 27, 1997, Thanksgiving Day.
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