poems

Heaven’s Edge

Heaven’s Edge

20/05/2017

Drive me to the edge of heaven in a leather convertible and drop me at the end.

I’ll stand amazed at that long path upto those pearly gates and silently bleed out.

Part hellucination, part shock, perhaps, it’s all pretend.

Part truth, part reason, It’s what happens at the end.

Drop me at the end.

Me at the end.

At the end.

The end.

End.

©G.P Williamson 2017

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