michael Smajda

Out Of Touch - Poem by michael Smajda

When I awake from my wake,
I wonder where I will be?
Will I be God's Heaven?
In Hell with an enemy?

Well, when the time, surely, comes,
(To no surprise, my demise)
I'll have no way to tell you
To look down or toward the skies.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Verse

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 8, 2020

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