Posted on February 28, 2024  — 

The Abode Above

Home grew cold;
Laughter of friends fade away.
Waiting for its return in tenfold;
Mayhap tis stolen on the way!


Oh Angel of death!
Take me to the afterlife.
Where peace may reside, deep breath
Will I take, away from strife.


The afterlife, to all is well-aquainted;
Unknown of tears or fight or sin.
Happiness for youth and aged;
Earth's bitter trials disregarded therein.

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