I Know

I know that I will die but my day hides my date is unknown I am curious and yet scared of such a fact that I will die anytime irrespective of my health despite my wealth death knocks sickness may attack accident may occur even nature may strike I feel weak I feel weak when I think of my own coffin I feel weak I feel weak when I imagine my own grave my funeral my own departure yes I cannot avoid it I cannot escape I know I will die one day and leave this galaxy with its pain and joys but I wonder if in heaven will I enter or hell will I burn due to sin my daily immorality that makes my soul dirty and deserve to depart. Drencho POET Loads