Angel Poem by Anne Harkonen

Life flashed past in a blur of motion.
I drew my last breath
Before having the chance to live.

I open my new eyes, to see them crying.
They can´t see me, hear me,
Feel me.

I spread my wings and whisper:
I´m sorry.
Good bye, please don´t worry.

Death is peaceful,
Sad a little.
Time has frozen, progress ceased.

My heart ain´t beating,
My thoughts are slow,
My eyes are fixed on the light I follow.

I am an Angel, dead to live again.
I must leave,
To return once more releaved of pain.