My blood-shot eyes blink away existence
Unfamiliar voices roll through my brain
Gravity’s unseen hands pull me to the earth
I find their spell far too charming to fight.
Awful bells start to toll in my head, they play
Their terrible tune of death, so seductively
A searing light of pure white beats at my face
As the tolling draws me closer to it’s calling.
I ascend into a white tunnel shining above me
But my body stays on the cold, hard ground
I’m so free from the burden of my fleshy clothing
So naked and fragile, like a screaming newborn.
My heart’s rhythmic beating calls to me longingly
I fall back into the warm sanctuary of my body
I take a breath and feel so blessed to still be alive
But all I can think about is the searing white light.
Wonderful and encouraging. Keep writing!
Very discriptive john have u expirenced any thing like you discribed in your poem especially the white searing light terry
Interesting write of death experience
what'S the purpose or occasion of the white light?
What's the purpose or occasion of this poem?
what's the purpose of this poem?
this poem is so captivating, it makes you imagine the words as if they are truly happening at that very moment.. touches straight into the soul of the reader.. sort of makes you take a step back into reality and realize how precious and fragile life truly is. beautiful write -sky
not only you but the poem came to life too. i know a word.....descriptive that's the one. wonderfully done John.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Experiencing death and coming back to life. Good one!