Afterlife

The experience of death.

Afterlife

I feel my heart stop,

And feel my senses dull.

I am encased in blackness,

I am surrounded by cold.

I feel my senses return to me,

And I begin to walk.

Slowly a sidewalk appears,

And it leads me to an unknown destination.

 

I am blinded by light.

 

I see people with wings,

And I see people wearing robes.

The ground feels like a cloud,

And the air is pure.

Then I realize,

And accept

That I have passed on.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jared]

POEM STORY!!! VERY GOOD