When Death Touched My Soul (Part1) Poem by Sandra jacks

I once lived my life,
in fast foreword.

And before,
I,
K
n
e
w,
it,
I was,
nearly d-e-a-d.

And before,
I,
knew it,
I,
w
a
s,
empty,
and cold.

And by the,
t
i
m
e,
i found,
o-u-t,
it was,
almost,
too.................. late.

When I,
r
e
a
l
i
z
e
d,
i was,
in the hospital,
tied up,
to a bed,
i was,
my own,
WORST,
enemy,
within me,
lied d-e-m-o-n-s,
whom wished me,
dead.

I should,
have,
d
e
i
d,
that night,
when the devils,
hand,
held me,
in his black,
cold,
bloodless,
clutches.

The devil would not,
let me go.

EVERYONE,
knew,
what I'd done,
they looked down on me,
with cold furious eyes,
They wouldn't let me,
be at home alone,
they wouldn't trust me,
lock up the medicine cabinet.