For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry

Bowling In Heaven

I heard the sound of what appears to be a ship

Smelt the salt of the roaring blue sea

I opened my eyes to discover nothing

Only darkness

I tried to get up, but only bumped my head.

A box?

I put my hands on the sides, like a mime

Except it was real

A shove of a boot sent the box flying

With me inside it

Into the gigantic unforgiving sea

Twisting and turning in the water

Like a hardcore game of twister

............

I've been in this prison for a lifetime now

A storm is heard in the distance

Mama always told me,

It was the heaven having a bowling party

That the thunder was the sound

Of the ball hitting the pins

And the lightening was the disco lights

In which they brightened the party

But what about here?

For I am stuck in this dark box

Alone...

Soon I'll fall off the face of the Earth

That'll be the death of me

And after I die?

Perhaps I too shall bowl in heaven