The car accident left me stranded in a world I no longer felt was safe.  A world I thought I had left behind to go be with my maker.  I had been forced to face death and accept it... only I didn't stay there. 

I woke up in the hospital as helpless as an infant.  It was like a bad dream.  A sick joke.  There was so much negative happening, not only to me but around me, that I was sure that the world had ended and that God just hadn't picked me up yet.  It was a purgatory that I thought would never end.

Trying to accept that all was real, was harder than to accept that it wasn't. I did not know what was or wasn't real anymore.  The inner battle (my Armageddon) nearly cost me my life... Again.

The poems herein are from that emotional state of mind.
 

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My Armageddon