Am I in heaven?
Have I passed the pearly gates into eternal bliss?
Or am I in hell,
With the fires of eternity lapping at my feet?
Nothing seems to make sense.
And yet everything clicks.
I remember.
Or do I?
The crash.
The burn.
The inevitable end.
This must be heaven,
Or hell for my sins.
This might well be a new life.
What do you call life after the end?
An alleyway spans before me,
The filthy rodents crisscross my path,
Daring me to take one more step into their domain.
An angel lights up the opposite end of the alley.
Do I step through the filth of this sewer strewn with garbage and shit to reach salvation?
Or judgement.
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