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.
© 2019 Francis Kenneth Alamay