By D. R. DiFrancesco
Awaken me so that I can feel the life-blood course through my veins
Pulsing, gushing, bringing warmth to every limb
In the black of night I begged to be revived
Slapped to consciousness by the maker’s almighty hand
I balk as I look down upon my lifeless vessel
Seemingly floating, weightless and translucent
Hearing every word, but unable to speak
Painless yet terrified of missed goodbyes
I try to scream, still nary a sound can be made
Cold and motionless I try to shake myself from this God forsaken slumber
They never said it would feel like this
Bright lights, almost blinding
I can see them, though my eyes are shut tight
How can this be
No one is calling me home, just bright lights and heat
Voices, huddled, cocktail party conversation
Its hard to swallow, parched and cracking
Hello…I’m here, can’t you see me…I can hear you
No response
Laughter and echoed unintelligible sounds drown me out
This can’t be happening
Black…
Oh God, its gone black
The lights are gone and its black as night
Voices implode into deafening silence
Eyelids flutter revealing fog distorted faces
Softer lights sting my eyes
Sounds come into focus, echo-less and clear
I can feel
I can speak
Fear subsides as the sweat is wiped from my brow
Twilight’s affects begin to wane
I am me…
I am alive
And I am well
Dom DiFrancesco 
Wow, did you experience this personally? This is very vivid writing of an out of body experience. It was so realistic that it’s like the reader is in the room with you.
This is a combination of my own experiences and those of a relative. It occurred to me a couple of years back while I was having a medical procedure done in the hospital. It is a very odd feeling I must say, one which I wouldn’t want to happen again.
This was gripping and very intense. Must admit to being very affected. Question: where does all this poetry come from? How can you in one week send out two haikus and then something like this?
I wish I knew where it came from. I hadn’t written any poetry at all since I was a teenager (over 40 years ago) until just a few months ago when I started this blog. There were some very personal things that I wanted to write about and poetry seemed like a great way to do it, and I have to say that I am enjoying it immensely. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems. I really do appreciate it. I know you, as well as everyone else has more important to do than read my work.