The Patient

The sky looms above me,
Gray and white and dark.
It envelops my sight,
Wrapping me in its icy talons,
Clouding my reality.
My body melts into the earth
And I see it all coming to life.
A light shines,
Suddenly.
Through the gray and white
It blinds me.
But I can't look away.
It is beckoning me,
Calling me closer.
And I obey,
Drawn to the warmth of its glow
Soft on my cold skin.
I need this warmth
I always have.
This gray sky --
It's not right for me.
The light is coming nearer now,
Bringing a gentle breeze
That rustles my hair.
And I sigh.
This is right.
This is right.
Then it's gone.
And I awake.
I am here still.
Lying on my death bed,
Staring at the cold, gray ceiling,
At the just extinguished light.
And still I am here,
Waiting to die.
Alone.