Starring at the empty sky
cloudy, but nothing to tell
Standing at the edges,
rocky hills
And meandering streams.
The climb is tough
too cold to swim
I can’t take it anymore.
The chains are getting tighter,
The stomach is beating drums
head spinning wildly
legs can’t carry me anymore.
Feels like heaven is calling,
but am I guaranteed a heaven?
I might blindly follow fate
straight to eternal fire.
I am a believer,
but I’ve made mistakes tho.
Big mistakes,
for which I am being persecuted for
by bigger sinners.
I’m not judging,
not my place
I shan’t say anymore
I’m not a god.
The story of a poor sinner,
written on the beach sand
The sea came along to erase it
His legacy dies with him,
hidden in his broken pockets
By; Evans Ivan