The first few days of your death
begin to sink in, just about the time
you start to think.... maybe this is nothing
more than a very silly dream
or a new virtual reality series about me
....complete with creepy crawly things
and a very bad case of halitosis___
The first few days of your death
your breath isn't the only thing that stinks
your bowels bloat and your bladder floats
around your belling in a search for land
the skin on your extremities loosens
as your eyes sink into your gelled filled head
and the wound...which you carved
in your chest isn't healing___
That's when you find your starting to believe
all those people who had said
'It is too late for goodbyes, when you're dead....'
Wow! ! ! ! Powerful write! We should all remember to cherish life and cherish those we love. We should tell them that and show them...often...because not one of us knows exactly when it will be too late for good byes... Thank you for driving this message home. Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very creative poem