In the Eyes of 'The Patient'

As I lay on the gurney, the only thing I can see, are blinding lights and worried doctors looking down at me.
My breath is short and there is nothing I can say.
But one thing I know is I am sure to die on this day.
I look up to see an angel reach out her hand.
To me she says, “Don’t worry young one it’s all just God’s plan.”
As I feel my life slipping away.
I begin to see my past life in my head day by day.
But I can’t go now.
No, not yet.
There’s so much left to do.
There’s so much to see.
And still so much more to say.
I wonder who will miss me.
And who will dare shed a tear.
Since my face in their vision with them will no longer appear.
But let them know to have no fear.
Even though they can’t see me I’ll always be here.

Poem by feliz flea

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