I AWAIT A BLOOD TEST

I await upstairs to get my blood test,surrounded by beige walls,green carpets such the norm for a doctors,people sitting by you in a  monk like silence  ,staring into space with frowns on their heads,the door opens the nurse pops out in a cuckoo clock way,so be my turn hurrah.To take the blood a band goes around the arm beware sharp scratch ,blood flows into vessels looking similar to ketchup in horror movies,ready to go to the lab,its over again to next time i hope not soon.

back from the dead or nearly kicked the bucket

lying in my bed almost dead,machines wired to my body,air being pumped into my lungs,nurses,doctors hover over me doing tests,ticking charts,the world carrys on its orbit,i know not of events gone by.wife told to expect the worst,she has faith,i hear a voice in the darkness, a woman unknown,wake up she says,i am overcome with a powerful urge ,i awake,to this day people say it was just electons in my brain resparking,i believe it was a guardian angel,whos to know,its time to live again