I was so afraid of
The theme of dying
That I kept myself awake
In the dream of flying
I was so conserved
About my half ounce life
That I cut myself half
By the fear's knife
Repentance is all
That I can do now
Because its curtain
Of my miserable show
The world of me
Has changed completely
Because I no longer
Remained as an entity
The world still possess
Its colours so true
Only I am not in it
to show it to you
The air I breathe
still has that aroma
now those airs pass me by
because of my trauma
It's still the golden sun
that rises from the east
but I can't see its reflection
right on my fist
Its still the dark night
that drapes the whole land
that doesn't bothers me
because I need no hand
I can still behold the
Scenes of my dream
But the truth is that
Its just patches of cream
The people who loved me
Right till that day
I know they still do
but in a different way
Life after death is frightening
who may have thought
I am the unfortunate prey
Who got himself caught.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem