Death Poem by Timothy Long

deserving life more than death,
twisting in the grave,
git under,
breaking out to knocking on heavens door,
imagine flying through the clouds,
no war or famine to kill all of humanity,
the darkness i once held is now a golden light,
no fire to burn me,
only air to soothe me,
science and religion rule the earth,
while evolution proves life,
while hell proves death,
the rain is gods cry,
slipping away to a different more better place,
never being the same being,
where i come back from,
nana,
wish i could stay,
but theres another place,
closed eyes of darkness,
now light eyes of paradise.