Trying to make this work
Trying to ease the hurt.
Blood flows from open wounds.
There is no clot
Battle was hard fought.
Death stands next to me.
Life seems to flee.

I see an angel’s sweet face,
Beckon me with warm embrace
Quickly I reach out
To see if this is true.
Heaven sent assistance
Met with no resistance

I rise again, thanks to her.
Wounds heal into scars.
Memories of what happened
Cannot forget my angel
My help in time of need
I will give her all of me and more.