
There is this voice
That haunts my soul.
It’s something that,
I cant control.
When I hear it,
I want to cry.
I bet you want
To know why..
I was driving
Home one day,
Singing to music
Along the way.
What happened next
I cant excatly say.
All I know is,
I was floating away…
Light surrounded,
Pulling me under.
The noise around me
Sounded like thunder.
I was drowning.
Try as I might
I couldnt fight
The white and noise
Surrounding.
Than somehow
Through the pounding,
I hear a calling.
But it was a whisper,
And I was still drowning.
I remember trying
So hard to find the means.
It was too far away and,
I was being torn at the seems.
Than like a latter
Falling fast through the night
The voice grabbed me,
And held me tight.
Calling me back
Making me fight.
Pulling me through,
The harsh bright white.
I clung to that voice
With all of my might.
Until he pulled me
Back from the light.
Without that voice,
I would still be dead.
Maybe thats why,
I still hear it
In my head.
Thank you isnt enough
For me.
For pulling me out,
And helping me
To still BE.
ML
Blessed be my friends







Greetings:
Hope all is well.
Noting that you have been part of poets rally in the year of 2011,
what an achievement, thanks for your outstanding contribution to us
along the way, keep up the excellence. Best!
Come join our poetry rally today if you wish to mingle and get inspired!
A poem of your choice or a free verse is accepted.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Looking forward to seeing you share.
Respect and hugs.
xoxox
What stunning words. It seems as if the best and worst were fighting for you.
The harsh bright white has never been more beautiful
Very strange, very nice. Otherworldly. Is this an accident? An abduction?
elegant…
Thanks for sharing.
π
A++
A gripping, stunning poem beautifully presented.
The depiction of a near death experience is wonderful. It’s haunting and yet beautiful. I loved it. Amazing craftsmanship!
Thank you. My heart had stopped for a minute 3secs they said. I still have problems but I can see my children grow . Makes it all worth it. π
Beautiful words, lovely choice. I enjoyed it greatly.
The Lonely Recluse.