Poem: Hallucination

My forehead burned red hot
My fever was getting worse
But my hope was rekindled
When I looked up and saw you
At my French doors.

You strode inside with grace
Your long white gown trailing behind you
It was almost as if you were floating
Like an angel just walked into my room
I couldn't believe my teary eyes.

You were here, to my disbelief
I cried tears of joy and shook with delight

You were finally here
After I longed for you so desperately
I couldn't help but get up
Rush to you and encase you in my arms
Beg you to stay forever

When I rushed up, I fell down
Hitting my head, and when I woke up
You were gone without a trace
I was shaking. I took out the rope
and fit it neatly around my neck

I hung myself. Maybe when my fever quells
All this would have been a hallucination.

I stepped off the chair
Maybe I was truly dead
But what I saw in front of my eyes
Told me otherwise
I saw a running river.

I saw a cottage surrounded
With exotic flowers
It was a dream come true
I was in paradise
Where I had wanted to be, with you.

But you were nowhere to be found.
I know that I am either dead or hallucinating.

This poem was originally published on 8 April 2016. 
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