fauxcroft

My body twitches

On the bed,

Lights shining down on me

I hear only muffled sounds,

My vision blurry, mind in a fog,

I sit up to better see what’s going on

But my vision doesn’t clear,

Then I feel my body levitating

And I forced to lay back,

As I spin around and then look down

At the table I was Just supine on

And my vision cleared in time for tears to drip from my eyes,

As I see my body laying there

Battered, bruised and definitely dead

And realise I am now soul and spirit

That has left my physical form behind.

The room is empty,

There’s my blood on the floor,

Tubes and pads fitted to my dead form.

They fought for me but sadly lost,

I see the metal shiny instruments and bowls strewn around

Bloodstained I a futile endeavour to save my life.

Why am I here?

I think I am here vicariously,

I remember somewhat fleetingly

To try and stop someone being beat,

I stepped in, tried to stop the fight,

Got beaten up before someone did for me, with a knife,

Some may say it was folly,

Yet I know in my memory,

That the reason I tried to intercede

Was because it was a hate crime

And I could not just stand by,

I paid with my life.

And as I see the door open

And my loved ones come in

I see the tears and grief etched on their faces,

I want to tell them it’s alright,

I want to say I am fine now,

I am no longer in pain,

Then everything starts to fade away

And I feel a light drawing me to another place

And everything about the room and loved ones dissipates

And then is gone

And In this life so impermanent I am done,

Drifting off into a consciousness unknown.