Fading Breath

I was only ten, when an illness visited me; within days, it made me dehydrated and weak. I had to support myself to go to the sink to sip some water; my mouth almost had no saliva! One night, my parents rushed me to hospital, for the gates of the afterlife were beginning to open for me. I couldn't feel the drip needles getting through my skin; my senses were lost. Visions of a white place I saw; a place my soul probably stepped foot. My mother was awake beside me, all through the night. Death was much closer to me than I imagined..... Poem Theme: Near Death Experience