A deadly silence
spreads across the room.
No one screams,
no one weeps,
everything is still.
Without distractions
the mind is free to wander
and think of everything left unsaid.
As they close the casket,
something inside you wants to scream
to the heavens,
to beg for a second chance
to say everything you forgot to say.
Sometimes,
it's not lucky to be alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem