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Bright light shines upon my face
Is this heaven or hell or even empty space
Cracking open my eyes after forsaking life
I squint around at the afterlife
Then my eyes pop open and I wonder why
The afterlife looks like the infirmary
It's then I realize that there are people in the room
I look at them and suppress a groan
My 'friends' are gathered all around
Worried faces peering down
I didn't die but they saved me from hell
Reproaching me with tearful eyes
As if asking "How could you do this to yourself?"
I glare at them hatefully
How dare they interfere and save me?
They think they know about my pain
But they know nothing, they are insane
Or else they wouldn't have worry on their faces
They shouldn't have saved me
I wanted to die right there and then
I wanted my worthless life to end
But as I gaze at worried faces I wonder
What would I have done if I traded places?
With one of them and found myself bleeding, senseless and alone
I wonder why this feels so wrong
I know I wanted myself to die...or at least I think I did...didn't I?
Authors note- Well here you have a continuation of the poem of Dyin
Alone...obviously. Well I am at an impasse here so I come to you, the reader,
and ask do you think I should continue this as a poem or use this as a
launching point for a story that I have planned to write but haven't gotten
around to doing yet. So should I write the story(poem would continue to
come but at a much slower pace) or just keep doing poems at the pace of
approx. one a day? Well I will be listening for your imput. Later ppl.
Bright light shines upon my face
Is this heaven or hell or even empty space
Cracking open my eyes after forsaking life
I squint around at the afterlife
Then my eyes pop open and I wonder why
The afterlife looks like the infirmary
It's then I realize that there are people in the room
I look at them and suppress a groan
My 'friends' are gathered all around
Worried faces peering down
I didn't die but they saved me from hell
Reproaching me with tearful eyes
As if asking "How could you do this to yourself?"
I glare at them hatefully
How dare they interfere and save me?
They think they know about my pain
But they know nothing, they are insane
Or else they wouldn't have worry on their faces
They shouldn't have saved me
I wanted to die right there and then
I wanted my worthless life to end
But as I gaze at worried faces I wonder
What would I have done if I traded places?
With one of them and found myself bleeding, senseless and alone
I wonder why this feels so wrong
I know I wanted myself to die...or at least I think I did...didn't I?
Authors note- Well here you have a continuation of the poem of Dyin
Alone...obviously. Well I am at an impasse here so I come to you, the reader,
and ask do you think I should continue this as a poem or use this as a
launching point for a story that I have planned to write but haven't gotten
around to doing yet. So should I write the story(poem would continue to
come but at a much slower pace) or just keep doing poems at the pace of
approx. one a day? Well I will be listening for your imput. Later ppl.