A Poem About Dying

What does it feel like?
What is dying like?
Do you see your life,
Flash before your eyes?

Does it hurt to die?
Is like sleeping?
Do you walk to light?
Or fall to darkness?

Do you know you're dead?
Do you float above?
Out of your body,
Watching overhead.

Do you feel at peace?
Do you feel regret?
Can you change your mind,
If you choose to live?

Do you see the Lord?
Does he hold your hand?
Does he welcome you,
Home to rest in peace?

Do you go to hell,
Falling fast and hard.
Perhaps you didn't love,
Jesus after all.

Do you just decay,
Body in the ground,
Eaten by the worms,
Flowers growing round.

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