As she lay on the floor
blood oozing from her neck
She watched her life flash by
Perhaps in her next life she would have the perfect curves,
Long dark locks and pretty brown eyes she had always wanted
Perhaps in her next life
She would make her parents happy
Perhaps in her next life
Tony, the boy next door would reciprocate her feelings
Perhaps in her next life
she would be the intelligent, self confident woman she always wanted to be
But the grim reaper said
Come now child it's time to rest
Perhaps, we all have just one life after all.
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PoetrySuicidal poems, A Confrontation with the grim reaper. Short poems of peoples thought before they reach the after life. Their conversations with the grim reaper and near death experiences.
