I welcome him
I shan’t run from him
All in all he will come for me
Having lost my feeling for life
My soul drowning in darkness
Fearing nothing….
What more can I do…
Having no fear of death
I sit and await him
Allowing Death to seduce me
His words of eternal peace
His tantalizing touch
Finally receiving his beautiful kiss
…I crave so much
(11-26-94)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
are you sure you crave death's 'beautiful' kiss? hmmm thats scary. anyway well written netta