Passing Out.
is the strangest thing
one minute
You're here
Then with a mere
cerebral flutter
You're not
Part of your brain
insists your dead
of course, you're not
Another part says it's
better there, in the dark
Where, exactly, are you?
Somewhere, you hear
voices, urgent
Could you be in a limbo?
A thin beam of light
calls to you.
Will you reach heaven?
Brighter now
white and beautiful
You hurry in that direction
Your eyes aquiesce
and open to discover....
You're back in hell, after all
Zandra Belle Community Member 
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