The day to die had come and
the light at the end of the tunnel
beckoned me with promises of
delights told by others who’ve
died and come back to life.
It was going to be great to see
my family and friends who’ve
passed away long before I came
this way and I could hardly wait
to see if they wore angel wings.
My mother waited for me and must
have been blinded by heavens light
because she said, “Who are you and
what are you doing here?
My father who had been a good man
his entire earthly life was feared for the
beatings he administered, just for fun to
all who hung around heaven’s gate
My brothers fought one another and any
friends I thought I might have had became
as ferocious as a hungry lion when
I only said hello.
I searched for God so I could sit at his right hand
and keep all those corrupted souls away? I found
him dressed in an wizard’s smock with a creative
wand in his hand making stars, comets, and other things.
Too busy creating things, he didn’t know that
his heaven had gone to hell.
God > heaven > hell > poetry