So close to Heaven,
so far from God
The gate still locked
—the devil nods
A soul once bartered,
forever sold
Its mine shaft empty
—mirage of gold
All reasons barren,
the empty fields
The seasons wanton
—bereft to yield
So close to Heaven,
so far from God
Redemption fleeting
—as hell applauds
(Dreamsleep: May,2022)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem