There will come a time
When I am the only one left
I can feel it
I will be standing
On the edge
Of what used to be a lovely world
I will be almost gone, by then
On my way to join the rest
Who will I be?
I will not be able to move
As the world crashes and shakes
All around me
I will be forced to wait
Until it ends
My punishment for living
The world is ending
And I am standing here
Watching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no if we go then you will surely go some time