The Poetry of Death

lovehaswon (58)in #poetry • 6 years ago

Hello lovelies 💚

How are you all doing?

Here's another poetry from me.

HE died one day,
He went to heaven,
But he found himself in hell,
Heaven was around him,
But all he could feel was hell,
He lived upon the planet earth,
pent his days pleading to get out,
He one day did the deed,
He killed himself just to be freed,
But you see, once he died,
He realized everything had lied,
What he thought was hell on planet earth,
Was the same in heaven itself,
Now the struggle rebegan,
He desperately wanted out once again
He was surrounded by hell,
Although it looked beautiful
He saw through the veil,
Hell was inside his chest,
Killing him, then killing all the rest,
He had to lift his head,
And realize that back on earth,
When he'd lay down on his bed
And closed his eyes
And dreamt of death itself,
That he was already in death
And when he finally physically died,
He was still in death again,
Trying to escape it through death again,
Everything is death,
And yet everything is alive,
Each moment contains it all.
Whether here or there,
In heaven or hell.
The only way it's chosen,
Depends on the story that you tell.