When Does The Hour Come? Poem by The Muse

When does the hour come?
When I meet my Lord
When does the hour come
When this Earthly sojourn is done

Red sunken eyes I've had enough
Deep welts in my heart are tough
No more can I take this this lonely path
In a few years it will be goodbye for...

Then again this ghoulish existence
Depends on persistence
Weighing all the pros and cons
I would say collect those acorns

In time they would a mighty oak be
Although for now a tiny seed
It can break a stone apart
When dealing with matters of the heart

Silence fills my soul
You were there making me whole
Now you leave without words
It's more difficult than solving surds

Goodbye my friend, Goodbye world
I have been true to you and none else
Perhaps the final breath
Will make me see some sense