AFTER EARTH :A POEM

 

What more can I say for those who are gone 

Life itself is a game, which you either win or lose 

Sometimes you intend to give up, thinking all hope is lost

 and sometimes you're determined to continue 

knowing there's something more to come.

 

It wasn't an easy task for him, but he never treated until he's survived the pain.

His eyes blurry and dark, hands shaking steadily like a rat in a storming weather 

Skin paled, fingers on the edge of being shattered by shock as death whispers sweet words in his hear.

On the spot of death, reminiscing the good old days as he runs out of breath. 

Little by little, he forgoes everything to the angel of destruction 

Who comes in without intending to knock. Angrily, it always seems 

But what has man gotten to do with the anger, 

when it comes. There won't be time to pack up

And get ready to embark on the journey.

He releases the last breath. And all he could see what darkness 

The angel of death has completed it's mission

 and ready to leave the household in great terror and anger 

Open your eyes, a voice yelled at him almost like it was waiting anxiously 

The weather was calm and the sun shines blissfully on his face,

 opening his eyes he saw a beautiful face, knowing he was dead. 

But HEAVEN is a beautiful place....