I Saw Nothing; My Eyes Were Closed.

by kuylerquijas

Sometimes when you die,
Things become clearer.
You understand life.
You know what you’re made of.
The same is not true for me.
As I bled,
I wondered nothing.
I saw no fear.
I had no comprehension of life.
I only knew of how lonely the hospital bed was.
How if I died there,
I was alone.
Maybe this itself will change me.
I can stop peddling around
And try to connect with those around me.
No more what if’s
And finding out first hand.
The thought still remains of life.
The questions were not answered.
But I did not die,
So I will have to keep wondering why.