Updated: Nov 18
Do you believe in heaven?
A place where the lost souls belong
Who were forgotten in this lonely world
Of intrinsic suffering, and descent
Into spiralling desolation.
Do you believe in a refuge
For those wandering the icy courtyards
The sterile halls, the bolted doors
Scrutinized by a thousand unseeing eyes
Trying to steal a glimpse into our tired minds.
Is there a safe haven for those who are searching
For another reason to hold on
When life seems cruel and the days are cold
For those looking for that one last speck of warmth
For a reason to stay until they grow old.
Is there a lovely sanctum somewhere
Where the rainfall creates a gentle melody
And the cloudy skies are dark
The withered leaves rustle as they fall
Obscured by the beauty of a hundred budding flowers
In the petrichor of the sturdy earth after rain
And the tired lips that forgot to smile
Will only rest in death once again.
We are all withered leaves without a voice
Miserable and forsaken, no one would care
If we chose to take one last breath today
If we chose to unbreak this shattered heart
Tell me, do you believe in heaven
A retreat where the broken are not torn apart?