To Paradise Poem by Nicholas Peter

I walked out of my house today,
I walked out,
leaving 18 years,
of glory and tragedy,
behind.

I walked out of strife,
and fury,
out of happiness,
and extravagance.

I didn't give,
not even a second glance,
at the used temple,
that was my body,
that was decaying,
and dying.

Today I walked past,
fear and anger,
and into future,
and starlight.

I left all shadow,
and ruin,
bought a first class ticket out of Hell,
and boarded the long plane to Paradise.