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.

 

 

Sunday

Sunday use to be the day of rest

all was quiet wherever you went.

Little or no traffic then not a pest

every one was full of good intent.

Peace and quiet the family together

simple pleasures lasting forever.

 

Nobody rushed it was a day to unwind

aroma of dinner was always around.

A snooze to digest and chill the mind

precious times to enjoy was found.

Laughter filled the house on this  day

after tea time for games to play.

 

Life has changed to a much faster pace

no moment to waste today it seems.

Rushing work and play like a race

relaxation is only in their dreams.

Not happy with cards or leisurely walk

or get together and simply talk.

 

Those times now just part of our history!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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