A withered face
Pale and unforgiving
Laden with eternal darkness
Inside no shred of virtue living
Looks upon my fallen frame
Inhaling the weakness of a fading will
Hope flickers deep within me
But i know his quota death must fill
For the devils work is wretched work
And my strangled Pneuma is for the taking
In the blink of an unfocused eye
The connection between body and mind is breaking
Till an unrecognisable power arises
Not ready to pay death's toll
Pure and forgiving
My beautiful soul
Death knocked on my door last night, I opened up the door, I sighing to exhale my fright, “Is it me you’re looking for? ” I confessed my sins And welcomed him And bid him please step in, He checked his list In bony fist; (His eyes so hard and grim.) I sighed to leave This mortal life For death’s eternal shore; I eyed the summons, Said, “I ain’t coming; You meant the guy next door.” That night I went out to a bar And brought a woman home; I locked the door and shut the drapes And then unplugged the phone.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice (alright, maybe not so nice) emotions are expressed here. You are good at that, I can tell. But my fav part was the last four lines :) thanks for sharing.