Death Dream
To feel like dying, how would you tell it.
like standing in the desert gasping life.
The hot sun hitting your back, sight blackens,
heat now so intense the oxygen's gone.
Lungs feel they are caving in, gasp for air.
Falling now into a deep dark cold hole,
no vision, just darkness, maybe dampness.
A rainbow of colors brightly appear,
tingling like tree roots in a tunnel.
Foul earthen smell as you gasp last life breath.
Sounds so strange, ringing in a distant light,
Family pictures fading from the mind.
Trying to say "good-bye", words do not come,
struggling to move a hand or a finger.
Want to close my eyes, but nothing happens.
Will I be wolken with the next day light,
find the bottom of death dreams final pit?
( I wrote this after a friend commited suicide, and also sparked by Emily Dickinson " It was
not death for I stood up." )
Copyright © Judy Riley | Year Posted 2009
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