It’s like I was dying
I was seeing my life flashing
Right in front of my bare
And naked beautiful eyes.
I felt like that was it for me
It felt like life was so over
My head was pounding with a headache
And my brain was aching from all.
How can I bring myself back to life?
How can I wake up from
This pure reality, that
Keeps me hypnotized involuntarily
For me to wake up is like
Raising from the dead
Yes I need an event like Easter
Just so I can wake up for good
Waking up once for all
So I can get away from
The rough memories that keeps me sad
It’s like I was dying or something
The way I saw life flashing me
(flashing ahead of me)
Marie S. Brévil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.