i am alone in this place
thinking of the race
the race agianst life
agianst death
breathing in my last breath
i turn to look in the mirror
but see only the future
drawing nearer
my demise it seems
is everywhere i look
in my nightmares, in my dreams
my souls is snared on a hook
hanging on a thread
red as blood
the blood i shed
this future of mine is true
ive looked in the mirror
it is nothing new
my death just draws nearer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow i like this poem it is very well written