A message from Heaven

A Message from Heaven It was but 9-11, I was gripping the dirt. I had to hold on, Realizing what hurt. Not only my lungs, Had come across with pain, My heart tore apart. And I was going insane! ‘Will god’s hands please help me?’ I had thought as I died, Nobody could see, As I lay there and cried, I remembered my life, I remembered my dreams. It had felt like a knife. Cutting me as it seemed. And right then it was real, But how could that be? I had not had a meal, Anyone there could see. But I couldn’t think straight, I was dying right then. Now I’m writing what’s right, Straight down from heaven.