I feel death
I feel death on me
Coming, to take me
Lights out forever
Unready, not complete
Unfulfilled
It seems as if I could never fill my self with the joy
The love of life
It seems as if I can never keep the promises I made to life.
It is a delusion to hold such self deceptions, the souls here do not want fulfillment, or love they just want to have all they can at any cost and to survive
I say I love god but look at this world that god put me in
Every ones heart is black with greed, deception, usury, self-interest, exploitation.
How to love in this anyway
See it
There is more, their is real life, real love real fulfillment in the future, but I need gods love now
Gods tangible love now.
It is not there for me, really in this world
I must be it
For my self
My children
For life
It is real as long as I have it real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem