On The Way To Hell Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

All I saw was blackness, all I felt was nothing;
The only thing in motion was the erosion of my skin.
There was no time to reconsider; everything was so sudden,
And like the oceans, flowed my emotions to sin.
Then I saw me rise, from the ruins of my coffin
(My lifeless body was still down there though)
Into the skies – something that happens not often;
What was carrying me along was my soul.
Down below was the cemetery, silent with no groan or moan,
But something I had noticed kept me wondering;
How could my friends and family have afforded a tombstone?
“They didn’t care when I was alive, ” I said whilst pondering.

I was led to a place of darkness; a place so vague.
From a distance people cried and shouted
So loud like they were experiencing the most spiteful plague,
But the images remained bleary and shrouded.
That notwithstanding, I saw from afar
The outline of a man; a man of fire.
Towards him I was dragged, closer and closer,
Though getting close to him wasn’t my desire.
The closer I got to him, the more I feared for my ‘life’ –
The path I was on was filled with gloom.
Apparently death had then become my wife
And she had brought forth doom.

A throne was his seat; I was thrown at his feet,
He stared at me for a while and then grinned –
“Your bones’ll feel the heat; you’ve shown by your deeds
That here is where you belong, for you have sinned.
“So how did it happen? How did you die? ”
He asked me demanding an answer.
I wish I could tell him something like I
Didn’t succeed in my battle with cancer
Or that I was killed by my jealous bride.
He was completely appalled at what I said –
“Out of poverty I committed suicide
And that is the reason why I’m dead.”
“Then I assure you, you’ll churn and yell
And no soul will answer when you yearn for help.
Living a miserable life and not earning wealth
Is not good enough an excuse to burn in hell.”