Death

by Brandi Hill

These two yellow lines are all I see

All I remember is the fog

The bright lights that blind me

It was cold and I was seated

On these yellow lines

I remember the sound of the screeching tires

The call of a man pleading for me to move

I couldn't

It was like a force was holding me down

Telling me to stay

And I did

I remember the lights, the screams

Of family, saying I was dead

I tried to speak but they couldn't hear me

I cried as they did the same

Why I asked

Why couldn't I move that night

Why did i just sit there

I saw the heavy rain set in

I was in a velvet box

I couldn't quite make out the words

But I knew for sure that I was dead

I saw the men close the lid

It was very dark

I screamed and cried and prayed

That night I found the Lord

I awoke the next day and to my surprise

It was all a bad dream I really as alive

I cried for joy I prayed all morning long

For that dream I dreamed that night

Brought me to the light

I don't fool with death anymore

And I am not suicidal

I could have lost my life that night

If I were in denial