You may write a poem in any style or form ONLY on the afterlife. Post the poem only. Explanation about your poem is permissible. No other photos. Poems with photos will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only. Since this is the last in the series, try to write an epitaph, example is shown in the posting.
Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem.
Contest will be from April 21 until April 28, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.
Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.
A new prompt will be posted every week. This is the fifth and last segment in the death and dying series for National Poetry Month for April.
*In philosophy, religion, mythology, and fiction, the afterlife is the concept where an individual’s identity or consciousness continues to exist after the death of the body. And for some individuals who do not hold these beliefs, it can be vampires or just nothing.
My eyes could not adjust
Light stronger than any lust
Beaming through and all around me
I had passed by the golden key
No words can ever be told
Of the beauty standing oh so bold
The veil over my sight has gone
Clear as bells such lovely songs
Dancing notes upon the clouds
Trumpets in background blaring loud
All my work to do good will
Carried me yonder and over the hill
I stand before Jesus and kneel to my knees
I weep with joy as he welcomes me.