Am I one second closer to heaven,
Or one second closer to hell.
Will I see pictures of paradise when I die?
Or just nothing that stands still.
Tell me, I want know.
I really don't want to be played around with.
This is not for show.
God, why did you put me this way?
I feel like you played around with me,
and now I've gone astray.
Does this fit into your plan,
whether it be heaven or earth?
Cause I really hate this place,
and it's starting to hurt.
I stand still, realizing this may be a dream.
So I will not take to heart, the pleas that be.
But one day, I know I will find the real me.
In your heaven, or on this earthly scene.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful piece we do get confused at times about the way we live and the reality is that one of us know the end the only thing we know is the beginning and the end is unknown the only thing is to live in hope and faith that all gets well according to his way thank you for sharing id like to invite you to read one of my poems God does not create junk