Heaven and Hell.
What does it matter where you go?
They both mean death.
So why should you care?
Life is just a candle,
And we are the hand in a broken clock.
The falling autumn leaves,
That people throw away.
Heaven is a beautiful place.
People change their lives to reach it.
But what's the point if you're dead,
And no one cares anymore.
Hell on the other hand is a terrible place.
People try to avoid it.
But isn't death just Hell?
Since everyone forgets you?
Thanks to my friend for helping me get the idea for this poem. Although she doesn't believe in herself and says her poems are terrible. Yes, I'm watching you.
Anyways thanks for getting this book to 350 reads. When I started it I couldn't imagine going past 50. All of you, my beautiful readers are the ones that helped me achieve this. So thanks again.
This is probably the happiest part of this book so bye for now.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Voices
PuisiOriginal short poems and quotes written by me about various topics with various meanings. Some of these are personal to me, so please don't hate beyond this point🐱 Cover by @TheGirlOnline14
