One day I will wake up in the morning
But never lay in bed at night warm, under my cosy bed sheets that cover my blood flowing body
What if that night I lay in the coldest bed one that only the dead are familiar with and it makes my heart freeze instead
On day you will miss me as you watch over my corpse and weep
While I lay in the deepest sleep
You see
I'm not afraid of dying.
I'm not of afraid of the unknown
Because maybe I know
Just where I'll go
But what if heaven is a lie what if it was a tale that I was told just so I don't cry when you die
What if he'll is really cold, and the devil doesn't lie.
What if our lives just pause for a while and we never really die
See I'm a God fearing Christian by day and sinner at night
Like the absence of the sun sets the candles of hell within me alight
But
One day I will be just a memory, or perhaps an end to someone's misery
My death will be the reason for someone's pain
But either way my voice will never be heard again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Felicia. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks