We drink from the cup
of death
only to be surprised
that there is nothing left..
Just a door
empty on the other side
yet we have been impatient
Wanting to know if it is true
that none have seen the treats of
death the son of life but so different,
Wanting to touch the outer realms
so many have taken their lives
just to die and find out that
death is not as beautiful as it seems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like what this poem is saying. Nice write!