Weary and unwhole,
has grown my soul,
as I lay dying of old age's fever.
I have hung my sword,
asked for forgiveness from God,
pleading to enter ether.
The life I lived was fast and quick,
filled with days, black and bleak,
I lament, as I lay dying of old age's fever.
A second chance I will never get,
my bliss will only be for God to let
my soul enter ether.
As it came closer, my death,
as I was about to breathe my concluding breath,
I saw an angel, wings of silver.
"Take me to heaven!" I cried,
"I lived a Godful life." I lied,
a lie to enter ether.
"Ether, " said he, the angel,
"is not somewhere you go when you die
but the life you live, life given by the giver."
As I entered the darkness of my death,
I realized what he meant,
I wasted my life,
my only heaven, my beautiful ether.
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Poetry By A Traveller
Poetry"Come travel through my mind." A collection of random poems I have composed. These poems are of my innermost thoughts and spirit, a journey through my mind. It might be a bit crazy at times but we are all crazy, so. I dedicate them to all lovers of...
