Random poetry

What it Feels Like

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon.

I've wondered ever since I was young what it feels like to die, 

I imagine it in many different ways, 

like,  

the feeling of being on a calm mountaintop, 

or a grassy hillside, 

on a sunny windy day,

watching the flowers flow with the wind,

your arms spread, 

eyes now closed and feeling the warmth of the sun being shed upon your limbs, 

you fall back slowly, 

before you hit the ground you feel a sudden force of energy travel through you, 

as if a hit to the gut is sending you back, 

into the abyss of space, 

leaving you floating numb, 

as your mind closed off from all emotion and sensation, 

you start to drift off mentally, 

and physically, 

until you are gone from the world that you once knew.

A/N-- I just wrote this on the back of a poem we read in class called The Summer Day by Mary Oliver