RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Last Moment - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Wondering what that very last moment of life is like.
What do we see? Hear? Feel?
Does our brain register the fact that we are dying?
Or do we just go quietly from life to death without
even realizing it?
So many unanswered questions, it seems to be scary,
yet, it's not.
Does our mind just shut down? Does it go on thinking
until our last breath or on another dimension?
Where does our exact life go? Does our soul take
over at the moment of death so that we feel nothing
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