Final days are becoming new horizons in the near future,
sensing an ending of familial ties on earth, knowing it
is part of God's plan.
Yet, it is difficult to think about - impossible to
comprehend in any form, although I write about it
constantly, trying to make some sense of it.
Whatever is written down doesn't amount to an iota of
death because it is so unexplainable and filled with
misery, making everyone turn their heads in dismay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem