beautiful nightmare

when I died
I did not sense or feel myself
leave the body
I was just inside
and then outside
there was no sense of time
of pain
of anything other than conscience
there were no walls, no pressure
no sky or ground
no sea or wind
only thought and light
as I've never known
and then
I was not dead
all had returned
all that I had suddenly despised
blinked back in
and to miss death less
I simply wrote it off
as a beautiful nightmare

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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