Angels

A confrontation and an opportunity to go to heaven.

I look towards the sky
the sun is setting
It leaves a violet hue
I look exultingly and see angels
Angelic voices call me
They beckon me to leave this medieval realm
They promise everlasting paradise
The decision is hard
My mind feels like fingernails on a metallic chalkboard
A few minutes later I came to a decision
That decision is......

Author's Note

What choice would you make?

Reviews

[Helena]

Talk about leaving us in suspense! What would YOU do? I'm still thinking this out! Good poem, got me thinking!

[JENY]

What is that decision….
Mustafaaaaaaaaaaa…
Please tell me….

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

that was cool. my choice of course would be to stay here a while until I finish my mission on earth whatever that may be or at least finish my bucket list of things I still long to do. great imagery with this poem ahhhh anges how lovely a thought( the fingernails on the mettalic thing made me cringe yikes lol)

[Rhonda]

i'd probably go to heaven, but at the same time i'd be sad to leave earth
nice poem