thrashed in a wrecked car
spluttered blood on the glass
resting head on the broken steering wheel
he laid, his senses came to a rest
wounded to death yet no sign of pain
time was of essence
he knew he was running short
longed for someone’s arrival
to carry him to a warm bed
with lifesavers looking upon him
he forced his spirit to hold on to his body
requested to borrow a few more minutes
yet no sign of his angel – he closed his eyes