feilds of black
I see in my mind
decaying trees
dark-lit skies
cold and silent
empty and dead
everything that was
is at its end
these feilds of black
go on forever
no love to be found
no more colour or sound
but in the stillness of death
I ask myself this
why live in this world
where I will find no happyness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem