Peace To Rest

The tulips are pretty, on my bedside table in this quiet room; and I am seeking pity, because hospitals are gloom. As I lay here thinking, I hear that I almost died but I recall not a thing; except I was sinking, and I heard birds sing. I was in a place green, walking a forest path with many reaching vines; (Oh what does it mean?) and above the sun shines. It really is quite serene, and I just want to sink down into the earth; but there is a voice unseen, one known since birth. Mother is calling me, and I start to run towards her whispering voice; her call is a plea, and it seems I have no choice; then I am screaming W A I T ! And start to cry as I stumble past towering trees; thinking, is this my fate? (Time to take your pills, please.) I am laying in bed, not mine but a hospital room dark and lonely. (Why do I have to be fed?) There is a nurse only, and I am sinking back into a dream; I am walking among rows and rows of stones, lost I seem; in this place of bones. Here is my family, she is sitting on my bed weeping; my sister, Amalie. (They must think I am sleeping.) But why is it so dark? The doctor is talking, saying they did their best; then, I fly away a meadow lark, finally peace to rest. _________________________ April 12, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Peace To Rest Copyright Protected, ID 18-1012-425-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, Best Rhyming Poem, April - July 15, 2018 Sponsor, John Hamilton Second Place