Imprisoned in heaven


You are trapped.

Surrounded by soft cloud

and sweet music.

But the luxuries of

afterlife sicken you.

You wish for a 

challenge, an adventure.

The cakes of honey and

finest wines of heaven

curdle your blood.

The simplicities of

death confuse you.

You long for a race,

a duel, the things

your passing left


You are given a harp,

allowed to play,

but you do not want to.

You are given wings,

what your living self

had wanted.

But you cannot flit

away freely.

The gift of flight

is useless.

It makes you wonder,

is this really heaven?


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