• Mentally numb...
    Can't think...
    So alone...
    All is black...
    I see a light...
    coming towards me.
    Starts as a soft glow.
    Shimmering...
    Sparkling...
    taking shape.
    Getting brighter.
    Eyes...hair,
    lips...nose,
    body...wings.
    Its an angel,
    coming from above.
    "Hello, Iliana."
    Such a beautiful voice,
    like crushed velvet.
    "Come with me," he pleads.
    I think I'm dead,
    but I don't care.
    At least I'm not alone.