31 Days Of Imagination (Poetry)

What Do You Think About Heaven?

Someone asked me today,

'What do you think about heaven?'

I said, 'I don't know',

But I lied.

I don't ponder the notion of heaven,

Or daydream of death,

But I know what I think,

At the back of my mind. 

I don't believe that there's millions,

Of people floating up there on the clouds.

I don't believe that we're judged for our wrongs.

I don't believe in a bevvy of angels,

Ready to welcome me,

When it's my time to move on. 

I don't believe life is planned from the start.

That there's no way of outrunning your fate,

People just die when they do, and that's it,

Theres no rhyme or reason when it comes to death.

They just made a mistake, 

Got unlucky,

Got ill.

Got messed up in something they shouldn't have. 

And my logical, cynical mind says,

That there are no such things as angels, demons, or ghosts.

But something older than logic,

The instinct of irrational fear,

Leads me to doubt in my own lack of belief. 

But we hide our superstitions, 

Beneath a thin modern veneer. 

That is easily shattered by grief. 

 If I was asked once again,

'What do you think about heaven?'

The honest truth would be,

I don't know,

And I dont want to. 

I'd rather hold on to the hope,

Albeit in silence,

That this isn't it,

And that heaven remains something,

Neither disproved or discovered by science.