I was blinded by a living flame at heaven's gate
It was a Seraph whose brightness instilled me with fright
Yet I felt that the healing flame would decide my fate
Like a rising sun, the angel radiated the divine light
He said, ''You can't get inside, it's not your turn''
When I asked him for a free tour, he shook his head
I felt frustrated and desperate, doing a slow burn
And I thought I heard, ''You'll make your own bed''
The gate didn't open, but I found myself on the inside
I was surprised to see my friends whom I missed a lot
They gave me a cheerless smile, saying they died in a joyride
Then asked me if I would join them, but I said, ''Afraid not''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem