Heaven or Hell

The end is near;

yet fright refuses to consume me.

If it all ends tomorrow…

change won’t come.

If friends die tomorrow…

naught will alter.

If I shatter tomorrow…

nothing will diverge.

My troubles perpetually linked to me.

I’ll wait patiently for the world to conclude.

I’ll await for death to knock on my door.

Only then will I find out if there is a heaven,

or perhaps a hell.

What then?

Will feathers grow from back?

Or will I be consumed by the devilish flames?

Will the torture be more intense than that here on earth?

I bet I’ll be bound and gagged,

all the physical pain I could imagine!

Yet, if I go to heaven…will I be happy?

There would be no darkness to lead my way…

The beauty I’ve learned to admire would cease.

What would I eulogize then?

Will my pain be gone? Would things change?

I think not.

Either way my distraught soul continues.

Where to? Who knows!

My destinations were never clear.