AmbulanceA Poem by S.F. WeasLThe story of life and death, the struggle of acceptance...I am Lost… My Mind is Lost… I can only Stare as I Float through Darkness. the only Colors… are of Orbs, Silently Floating; Beacons, Recordings, of my Life. they Tease me, out of Reach they Float yet, Just close enough to Grab. they Weave Within each other, through my broken arms they Sneer at Me. Laugh at Me as Metal Cages Strike! Piercing sounds of Screeching Smashing! Pulling! Clanging! and Careening! I Wish… I Wish… My Body Calms, to the Familiar Sensations of Falling. Tickling my Nerves. The black Webbing that Etches my Fingers Retreat. with the Ring of Silver Orbs. I Land, Softly. on Unfeeling Legs that, Move. Like. Clockwork. Pulling. Me. Forward. Silver Orbs that Guide me Is this what I am Meant to See? the Single Tear that Falls from Your Cold Skin. from Our Cold Faces. that Noise, that Wretched Noise, Silences Your Moving Lips. that Noise, of Screeching! Smashing! Pulling! Clashing! Careening! Freeing us from our Metal Cages I! Scream… My Eyes Open. Pain. Flaring. Agonizing. Beautiful. Pain. Whiteness. I see only Blaring Whiteness. then a Face Pain. he Speaks Pain he Cheers “he’s Alive” I do Not Listen. I Focus. on the Girl that Bleeds From her Head. That Hurt, Lost, Little Girl. those Words that She Utters. with a Smile. those Words that Changed My Life. “I forgive you Daddy.” © 2015 S.F. WeasLAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorS.F. WeasLStanwood, WAAboutI am a 22 year old writer of both stories and Poetry from Stanwood, WA. Iv been working on poetry a bit and phase in and out of writer's Cafe. Just recently I started working on a story called "The Oc.. more..Writing
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