Feeling of Death

a poem about a death experience told by someone who hasn't experienced it.

As I breathe my last breath

I feel my soul leaving my body

My life flashes before me

All that i have done

Both good and bad

Everything I remember

The great memories

The awful regrets

Everything that I want to change

And the things I beg to keep

I realize the truth about what happens

when your life ends

I feel my body go cold

as I leave it to rot

What happens next?

You'll just have to find out yourself

 

Author's Note

For anyone who has had a near death experience this probably didn't happen since you didn't actually die. This poem raises the question of what happens when you die. I'd like to hear what you guys have to say.