Death is near,
my heart is filled with fear,
it creeps through my trap door,
with silent steps on the wooden floor.
A slice of pain I shall feel,
and a drop of blood I will spill,
in a sea of lost souls,
filled with narrow hell holes.
When I breath my veins feel cold,
but i pleaded never to grow old,
then I took my last breath and droped my last tear,
only then I realised that death was near.
Thapelo.G.Lebesa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is a well constructed poem, you are a good writer. Keep writing Ntate Thapelo, ka nnete u ngola hantle.