I wake up, thinking it didn't work. Suddenly someone is next to me and I stand up quickly to find that it did. I look behind me and see someone crying, bent over my dead, overmedicated body. I watch the scene in front of me. Paramedics rush in, putting my covered body on a gurney. I walked next to my body and see my family crying, getting angry, and looking disappointed. We go outside and i see the whole school and my friends outside, talking to the police. I go over to my friends and gives them a hug, even though I'm not with them anymore. I look around and right in front of me, i see a bright light. I move towards it and stop to look back one last time and wave goodbye to everyone....
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Author:
xGoldyPupx (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: please don't take this poem as my last. this is something i've had dreams about and wanted to share.
- Category: Short story
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Comments4
Interesting. I like the "3rd pov" perspective of this poem. Like a detachment from your body to an onlooker. Good job!👍
thank you! i would like to know what you find interesting on it if you dont mind
Yeah, I liked the imagery and the tone that you used, it really set the mood for the rest of the text. I also appreciate the length, since I'm usually into short poems, good job!
There's something fascinating about this. You never say overtly how you feel. You don't romanticize suicide. But this dispassionate narrative leads to some powerful feelings. Nicely done.
I'm speechless, honestly, a wonderful work of art.
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