indigos journal

What is heaven
What is hell
Where am I now
It’s so hard to tell.
Billowy clouds,
brilliant white light;
Fire and brimstone
Party all night.
Heaven above us-
Hell down below
Vivid images
Ones we all know.
Who will judge me
Will I make the cut
It can’t be that simple
It can’t be clear cut.

Billowing
Ever elusive
unattainable

Tears silently flow
from you lovely checks
I helplessly watch on
Aching to take it away
Powerless with the knowledge
That I cannot.
Lovingly I whisper to you
While inside I scream
At Gods cruel enough
To give us such a fate.