My Experience with Death

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    My Experience with Death

    I lie here with
    A hole in my lung
    From a bullet wound.
    It’s hard for me to
    Keep breathing, it hurts.
    I’m trying to figure
    Out what it is that
    I did to get shot.
    My life starts to
    Flash before my eyes.
    The memories of all
    The things I ever accomplished,
    Of all the things that
    I will never accomplish.
    Something changes.
    I’m no longer looking up,
    But instead I’m looking
    Down on my body from above,
    And I realize that I must be
    Close to death.
    I look around and
    See you approaching
    From a distance.
    You’re smiling and laughing.
    Then you come upon my
    Body and see me lying there,
    The color draining
    Away from your face.
    I watch as you
    Scream and drop
    To your knees,
    Tears streaming down your face.
    Other people start to
    Show up now.
    A man is on the phone.
    Everyone is hysterical.
    The EMTs show up and
    Load my body into
    The ambulance and try to revive
    My heart beat.
    I turn around and
    And see a bright light.
    I start towards the light
    But then I hear your voice calling
    My name over and over again.
    An angel appears in
    Front of me and tells
    Me to return,
    That it’s not my time to die.
    I turn back and return
    To my body.
    Opening my eyes I smile up at you.
    I tell you that I love you and that
    It’s not time for me to die yet.

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    laydbak1 commented on My Experience with Death

    06-10-2009

    A very grizzly read to this... turning a traumatic event into a love story... i hate thinking of subjects like this, but then... perhaps they're reminders that maybe i should pay them more attention... you wrote it well...

    Reinn

    08/12/2010

    thank you, i was very blessed to have not stayed dead on that day, someone up above was looking out for me and knew i was still needed, for that i am thankful every day.

    WesleyzGirl1989 commented on My Experience with Death

    05-03-2009

    WOW! AMAZING!! (10)

    Reinn

    08/12/2010

    im glad you like it ^^

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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