Reenacted, resurfaced

'So he tot a thousand times, and non of them lines he remembered.'

At the point near death, wher hopes were lost, e soul relinquishes..
The bond btn it n e body by sewed threads of life, begins to untwine.
Turmoil n flashes of painful events collected in his head,
bt during tis process, the mind stil tries to salvage.
It did only told him 1 thing, breath slowly.. Ultimately, the devil took charge.
He recounted having a life, tt lifeforce was e only spirit saving him, surfacing him.
bliss he felt after waking up, yet sober. It wasnt a nightmare, it was real.

So wat made tis change?
At the thought of such circumstances, ther stood beside him was his parents. E love. undying efforts to treat e boy, n e boy was even taken to a clinic early mornin six past seven. Ther was a sense of warmth when he was put to bed n he swore e pain of a lifetime died away.
In his lifetime he made parents sick of him, they bread him as to wat they ought to do, n regretted tt 1st incident.
He was a sick child u knw? A failure, a devil, just someone so useless to an extend he doesnt tink of to earning anyting, juz spend n understand the pleasures of life. Yet tis love, his parents love stil lingers here, they forgave him for everyting he did, n blessed him for he being their child.

That LUCKY child is me.

Then i saw the love of my parents again, n how i actually faced tis treatment of pain n agony, n that i nev wan 2 feel it again. To show my appreciation for their love, i'l work hard from today onwards. My resolve, n my reason i wrote tis blog, dun forgot 01'06.'