Saved

RSS

By Annie B. SnowRaven •

My head down, my eyes closed My heart started to hurt Blood is running down my nose And falling right on my shirt I heard a glass brake Then a ding of a bell I was silent and confused To heaven or hell? I thought I was dying As I painfully hit the ground Seeing the grim reaper right beside me Delighted to strike me down Then I heard a voice A voice I’ve never heard before I was saved. I was rescued I suffer no more

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

June 3, 2008 21:52MorbidMaiden

Wow! Fantastically written as always. I'd love to know the story behind this one...

xxx

June 4, 2008 21:21Annie B. SnowRaven

Well... It wasn't much of a story but a feeling. I felt lonely at that time and remembered what could possibly take me out of my misery.

June 9, 2008 01:07~Stay_Beautiful~20104

WOW this is an amazing poem!! You are incredibly talented and I admire how well you describe things!!