(BASED ON TRUE STORY)
I don't know if my parents could afford that place,
The place I laid before my death,
It was a large,well ventilated room with a large spongy bed,
The floor,clothes,and our cheeks were all wet,
We were floating in the ocean of tears we shed,
It was a moment I knew I could no longer survive,
My parents gave up on me telling me "son there is omnipotent God dwelling above",
I couldn't endure looking at mama,
Feeling guilty of all the promises I made to her,
I felt I was a coward in front of baba,
Like how can a son be a life burden to his father?
I didn't see an angel of death coming,
But I saw myself leaving behind me,
The sleeping me couldn't move even an inch,
But the leaving me was able to see but not to speak.
I was heading toward the bright sky,
Leaving behind a deep sorrow cloud,
I only knew I had already died,
But I saw neither my burial nor people who had cried.
I finally reached to a place,
A place in between life and death,
A place in between heavens and hell,
My soul was in a great remorse on my earthly deeds,
Seeking for a second chance was my soul's great need.
Until I came out of a sleep,
I knew it was all but a nightmare,a dream.
©delmundo
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