Prom dress in her closet.
Letters from colleges on her desk.
The sun begins to rise.
But she'll never wake up
. As she slept that morning.
Her head quaked inside.
Her breath slipped away.
and she'll never wake up.
They found here lying there A call to 911 and C.P.R.
Rush to the hospital.
But she never wake up.
Tubs and monitors.
Tears and hopes all in a room.
Waiting for her eye to open.
Yet she'll never wake up.
Hearts together in prayers.
Hand clutched tight.
.A pulled cord; a flat line
She never woke up.
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
