Verge Of Death Poem by tashayla cloud

everyday im cringing in pain
tears rumming down my face telling me that im ok..
im in a dark room looking to see if there is a light of hope.
what feels like hours later i give up looking and
waiting for it to show.
I feel like im on the verge of death.
soon after i pick up the object that will do the dreadful deed
of my death, the room suddenly shines with light that i cant bear to stand it.
minutes later irealize im not alone, i look up to see a scared face.
'mamma! ! ' i cry with shock and happiness.
i run into her arms.
i am sobbing hard with relief that i have someone there with me.

that is when i realize i did not find hope.....
hope found me.....<3