My Time in Life

I have felt the cold of darkness. 

I have seen the light.    

Through deaths doors.    

 I have traveled trice.  

 Not ready for Heaven.

 And banished from hell.  

 My reason for being.

To suffer and dwell.  

In a world so full.  

Of suffering and pain.

Many rise and fall.

And yet I remain.  

What is to be.      

Mysterious and unknown.    

So battered and broken.    

Each day takes a toll.  

When my time comes.

I'll be a free soul.