From the Claws of Death
That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling around a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so miserable being stranded
In a strange place where I knew none
Fear wrenched my throat
I had heard,
In the cover of dark
Everyone was a robber
Or a masked assassin!
Without a roof over my head
I was like a mole
Smoked out of its hole
And exposed to blaring light
Had it been my own town
Where I knew
Every nook and cranny
Like the lines of my palm
I wouldn’t have minded
Being so stranded or left in the night
At a distance-
Behind the cover, I saw
Two figures crouching;
Two men hooded and in black
They were pointing to me
I closed my eyes,
Covering them with my palm
I knew they were planning to plunder me
And spring on me like a pack of wolves
In that unearthly hour
An eerie fear gripped me
Frozen with thoughts of imminent danger
Did my heart stop pumping?
I saw death face to face
All I longed was to slither out of that hole
To curl up in the warmth of my home
Far… far away!
Before I could decide what to do
A car came and halted, may be seeing a lady
All alone in the night
Without a second thought, got in to the car
Inside was a family coming back after a pilgrimage.
As the car was speeding away,
I felt the relief of being saved from the claws of death
Placed Tenth
April.28. 2022
Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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