(part 3...of the 4 part series of deaths breath)
no matter what anyone said,
no matter what anyone had done
i was not yet dead
the struggle for my life had begun
well here i stand, here i am
to tell everyone
i am alive to write you this poem
i am alive to write you these words
i am alive for another day
to enjoy this beautiful world
ive come along way, from being in the life/death zone
nolonger does that term 'life' seem so far away
this thought is nolonger absurd
through the fight for my life
that has lasted countless days, and nights
there
surrounded by grievances, loss, and strife
yet surrounded by the beauty of never ending power
of prayer
even though, it is so
i have yet to find a cure
on the divine hour
when i draw in my last breath
let it be known that i did
with out it bringing my death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the whole idea behind it.10+