Poem -

The Nights I Died

Twice this year, I've Died
Both times present, You by my side
This glimpse of Heaven, and Reality of Hell
Both eyes open, I seen all to well
Each time, just two words, came to mind
More Time, looking at You looking at Me
My Life's Memories, flashing before my eyes
Time being quantified, seconds like years
Past, then Future, and Present again
An outside Observer, to My Own Life
Unconsciously alive, yet physically dying
Seeing the consequences, of my actions
Feeling the guilt, of what I've done
Smiling, from the Joy and Happiness I found
Thought Time We Traveled, My Memories
As the road we took, Not Being Ready
I remember asking, More Time, suddenly
Jolted back to Life, my face swollen
Ears ringing, numb to this left side of my face
Hearts racing,a pulsating pressure
Behind my eye, I knew this was my Time to die
Or a preemptive sign, to what's ahead
Twice we've met, My Life sparing
You saved once again, allowing More Time
To Live This Life, Make Right, all those Wrongs
I Lived before, We Will Meet Again
A third time I'm sure, for when that day comes
Looking to You, as You're Looking at Me
My Memories flashing before My Eyes
These two words, I'll Speak To You
I'm Ready

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Richard Waters

Incredible ! Such an intense experience reading thisĀ !

A fine work !

Best wishes ! Ā :)

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