Heaven Awaits
Blurred in the distance, nothing
But fog and sky surround me
A stretched, straight road, all alone I am
Carrying my blooded carcass, forward
With nowhere but ahead to go, I
Wait for my calling to the gates
With all my anguish gone
Where I stride now is limbo
Lost in oblivion I am trapped
Between the start and the end
No light is ahead of me, and
The light above is faded, and I
Am alone in an empty world
On a stretched, straight, dark road
Copyright © Ken Wallace | Year Posted 2012
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