Fleeting Life

I feel it pushing ever closer

The Presence of death

It is a cold chill up my spine

The hairs on my arm stand on end

I have a strong urge to run

Panic starts to fill me

My breathing speeds

My heart drums

I start to turn

I look around and see the ground leaving me

I am flying through the air

I catch sight of the sun and bask momentarily

This eases my mind

I see the ground now approaching

Hard pavement cold and colorless

I try to throw my arms out to catch myself

I hit but feel nothing

People all rush around me

Someone beats on my chest

Then all goes blank

Now I stand still watching this man on the ground

He is bleeding from his mouth

He seems to have stopped breathing

He knows no one around him

Before his eyes shut he looks at me

I see in his eyes love, hope, and a craving to survive

He has so much more to do

He has so much more to see

I walk up to him and get on one knee

I place my hand over his heart and tell him that I am here

The world becomes a blur

I slowly raise my head and find myself in a room of white

Help I scream but it comes out as nothing but a whisper

I feel something pressing my hand

I turn and see her and know it is all going to be okay