Days they come and years have passed
The day comes when all must die
My journey leads upon Heaven's path
No one came to say, Good Bye-
From the silence, no one cried
To the gates I went, to my surprise
Not a soul was even there
No Angels or a trumpet blown
Just a sign that said, beware-
Heaven closed to make repairs
Looking up I see a vast abyss
As black as the Devil's eyes
Creation's past, where all began
When the Gods were still alive-
Even Gods someday must die
Death returns the, 'fever' of an endless mind
With peace, when all is known
If logic was for Gods to hoard
Then some stories would not be told-
Because our God is not at home
Perhaps when Gods and Angels die
They return to a place where they began
Leaving Heaven a vacant waste
For righteous to build again-
We'll do the best we can
We were designed to be like them
(12/19/2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem