Mistaken!

That feeling of unease persisted all day

life was good there were no problems

as he left the office heading to the bar

meeting friends for a Friday night drink

the streets busy as usual he felt safe

not noticing a car parked close behind

stepping up the pace began to unwind!

 

Never heard footsteps and a voice shout

just the sharp pain suddenly in his back

he fell face down onto the hard sidewalk

did not see nor hear the panic all around

being rushed to the emergency room

clinically in a critical condition on arrival

the assessment no chance of his survival!

 

Became another victim of mistaken identity

caught in the middle of a drugs dispute

as the streets became the battleground

a bullet removed from within his aorta

loss of blood and sever trauma he died

at this point he became aware of voices

then he could see gowned figures below

as he was rising above them so slow!

 

The patient on the operating table was him

alarms sounded as they said he was dead

found himself passing through solid floors

could see one laced trainer on a balcony

became warm and a blinding light ahead

so peaceful how contented no worries

coming ever closer wanted to be accepted

never had such a warmth or so protected!

 

But darkness came once more he was back

felt the tube in his throat could not move

so tired the sense of euphoria had faded

was soon brought out of the induced coma

informed his heart had stopped for a time

able to explain his time at heavens gate

of what he heard and saw certain it was real

now how different in himself he did feel!

 

Had he experienced deaths welcoming clatter

they did find the trainer where he indicated

now always happy to tell his story and chatter

about that day from life nearly separated!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Scent!

That sweet alluring scent made him turn

as she walked closely by

long fair hair glinting in the early light

just catching a glimpse

but the exhilarating smell lingered on

for her he did so long!

 

Could not lose the smell absorbed within

an image of flowing hair

intrigued to know what her image could be

frustrating his manly urges

just a glimpse but their auras had touched

why did he like her so much?

 

With an ever rapidly growing intensity he saw

an image with snarling teeth

in his decreasing waking and sleeping spells

the same form repeating

yet always the smell of that addictive perfume

his whole being did consume!

 

For an endless time had this pursuing torment

oblivious to any reality

afraid of another visitation of growing intensity

unable to grasp the cause

or comprehend the link between that meeting

and scent as his life was retreating!

 

With a jolt he opened his now heavy eyelids

his first sense to return smell

a blond woman by his side the scent strong

smiling and holding his hand

the one so sure that filled his every thought

no more to be sought!

 

She told him they were  married his new wife

but it did not ring true

the scent overpowering he felt blissfully calm

maybe this was his life

without actual proof  this existence was real

yet had a pleasant feel!

 

In truth he was in a deep coma after being hit

by the woman drunk driver

his last conscious moment was her expression

the blond hair of the paramedic

the scent recently put on was him at the scene

the injuries worst they had seen!

 

Now forever in his virtual perfect world Locked!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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