By:Cassandra Freiborg 3/1/06
I was in a wreck one winter night,
and awoke to a fearful sight.
Alone in a hospital bed,
filling with immense dread.
The sights I saw still linger keen,
deep within my memories.
The nurse, my mum, they all had wings,
either of a devil prince's black,
or heaven's white kings.
I stared in shock at these hallucinations,
surely it must be the medication.
In a state of shock,
all senses blocked,
I sputtered words that were nonsense,
and made my mom look awfully tense.
You've got wings ma' look over your shoulder,
but this heavy burden settled like a boulder.
None could see these wings I saw,
the hurt that hit me was sharp and raw.
White wings she had sparkiling and true,
the black of a nurse's made me real blue.
I looked over my shoulder,
and felt myself grow colder.
No wings I had, laid there on my back,
what was it then, that I lacked?
Had I not been good in life,
was this truley death or strife?
Or was I alive and in this room,
forseeing my own impending doom?
I wept in my hands, and ran from my bed,
as all these thoughts ran through my head.
What was I to do then if I had no fate,
I must be someone god truley hates.
Such self loathing I felt,
as in the hallway I knelt.
Exhausted I looked up, to see people watching me,
white wings all of them saying "We mock thee"
I cursed heaven and looked at my back,
and humanity I thought, is what I lacked.
To get in a
car, drunk and high,
and down that highway I did fly.
Then it hit me, there on that highway road,
I lost my wings in the freezing snow.
When I hit a car and killed us both.