Peace To Rest
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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.
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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
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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