My friends
My family
Where are they now
I am in a eternal darkness with no sound
It even seems that my words have no sound
My echoes go long and loud
Someone please answer to my sound
I am cold and shivering
The darkness freezes my bones
Am I dead
Or just being held down
I am scared and crying out
God hear my voice
Please get me out
I start to see images of blood and guts
I see a man who was bleeding from his eyes
He walks to me and says I am you in 3 years
I stare blank and even more silent
Is this my life to come, why do I deserve this?
Can I even change my life to stop this prediction to be?
Is God showing me what I already am?
Or is God showing me what I will be
As I stay in this darkness I am trying to get out
But one question still pops up
Am I dead or dying?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem