bleeding
hardly breathing
cold
almost freezing
heartbeat
slowly fading
tear rate
fataly lost
death
getting closer
life
almost over
vision
becoming blurry
pain
losing touch
air
escapes me
voices
only whisper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bleeding Whisper is an interesting combination getting the imagination off to a good start and exciting curiosity. I like the first stanza with the three rhyming words lending new interpretation to each other. “Tear rate, fataly lost” is original.