Note: I decided to write a "poetic story" with a unique rhythm, that's why it's so weird looking.
I quietly peek out the window,
and in my haste
knocking my head on the sill.
My choke back a yelp,
my vision starts to fade
a creeping shadow engulfing my retinas
It's snowing; sparks of yellow and white,
a sudden wave of queasiness flows over me
and chills fill my body to the brim.
I black out; feeling the grooves on the floor for guidance,
I feel my heart rate suddenly drop
and I fall on my back.
I listen to the heart slowly pumping in my ears,
it's going slower as I wait
and I'm afraid it might stop.
I move my hand to my heart ,
I can feel it faltering
I cry to God to make it stop,
all the times I was bad
I cry for you to forgive.
I can feel the weight give ,
I see my mom crying and my Dad talking to other men
I'm sorry that I was such a bad child.
I give in to it; all the pressure,
it falls on me like a tsunami
My parents look down at me,
the doctors with surprise
My dad kneels beside me.
-It's okay Son, I forgive you; don't stop living-