Death Poem by Reece Hartley

Death



Heaven, what is it?

A guide to everyone's peace
or perhaps a nights dream filled with
everyone's thoughts living their life
refrained in a dream.


What is hell? A flaming venomous world,
spells of which roses turn to serpents,
moths turn to flies and friends turn to shades.

Perhaps you are a mere shadow looking upon your own grave or there is no heaven or hell, just eternal rest with friends and family.

We are leaves clinging onto life and when we die, we fall to the ground like a leaf and decay, and fly away

Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: heaven
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