I Heard the Squelch of Death Again

I heard the squelch of death again A night as black as ink Outside it was torrential rain Inside the boat began to sink A row of faces one by one Beside the bed, red apples By my side your neck, like Swan's Purple leaves of maples A different milieu around me A pool brimming black Shark's eyes with hungry glee Swan steady to hold it back No illness can finish me so early I whispered to the young apples They held me tight, those hairs curly With Nix and Hypnos as I grappled Doctors nurses prayers medicines Went back the ink along with pain By loving hands those curing vaccines The fair weather stopped the rain __________________________________________ September 14, 2019 Welcome to my random world Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter