What it’s Like to Die
So you think:
This is it?
It’s over?
The end?
That’s it?
There was pain, it was excruciating,
(Depending)
But then it capped out
Once you’ve reached your limit,
And for a while
The pain throbs only in your spirit.
Unless, of course, you die in a blink
of an eye,
And just like that
Game Over —
Shocked
Confused
Amused
And your loved ones
Go through the same
Emotions,
As they mourn you
And you mourn with them,
Stunned like them.
And if you had some graceless thing
To hide while alive,
You are Mortified,
And you wish you were deader
Than dead.
There is a Light, yes,
And something like a Tunnel.
You find yourself swimming in the air —
You’re a floating
Shapeless
Fragmented
Dispersing
Ink blob,
Held together thinly
By the glue of your soul;
You’re unraveled,
A shadowy, silken
Paper cutout,
Swaying in the wind,
Except, you’re swimming in the air,
You see.
And you’re weightless
W e i g h t l e s s …
Because your memories
Dissolve and pull away from you —
The heavy ones
The happy ones
The passion
The love,
They fade away,
No longer important,
No longer weighing you down.
And you let go…
When you go into that Light.
From a dream.
