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
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