Wonders Poem by Felicity Slaughter

Wonders



Heavenly bliss, or
the firy pits of Hell?

These are the wonders of death.

Eternal darkness, or
a long, peacful rest?

These are the wonders of death.

What happens when the
clock stops ticking?

No one knows.
We can only guess.

Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock.

Sorry, the clock has stopped.
Your time is up.
There is no more waiting.

Now you will know.

Thursday, April 8, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife,death,eternity,unknown
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Felicity Slaughter

Felicity Slaughter

New Port Richey, Florida
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