As I lay dying,
My heart is weak,
Weak as it can be.
I see my blood,
All around me.
My life is ending,
One minute at a time.
I hear a distant voice saying,
'Its going to be fine.'
As I grow cold,
The meaning of Life begins to unfold.
As I start to take my last breath,
A bright light is all I see.
And I heard a man say,
'The time of death is half past three.'
As the angels carry me,
I know there's no going back.
I'll see you all there.
My world is now dead and black.
a poem on near death experiences....like seeing the spiralling down tunnel etc.Very well expressed in simple words; ; ; 10
This one gave me cold shivers all the way down my back that's how good you wrote it. Very good use of words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought it was really good,10