BLINK IN THE WHITEROOM

Weakly shriveling in the bloody dark,

Eyelids opened and a light embark.

I notice familiar faces with a mood that seems gloom,

Suddenly upon eye contact, smile grows and bloom.

Voices were released through their happy lips,

But I cant understand any, for I feel a pain in my hips.

Where am I? I told myself,

But as I recall everything, I felt my head stiffs.

What I know is I have a daughter,

Which I am with in a park of laughter.

When someone in a mask, pointed gun to everyone,

Released the bullet, as if in that surrounding there is no man.

I didn't cared on what had happened next,

What I know is that, I shielded my daughter before I fell in a bloody mess.

Now, finally, returned the tired spirit to this soul,

"I love you dad" said someone as I closed thine eyes and released a pacified growl.