I cannot fight the dead
Or those that want to die
I cannot will you to life
Or happiness
And I have no desire to be
The keeper of your fate
That I lay squarely at your feet
Choose to go or choose to stay
Life is a dance to be lived
But only by those who hear the music
Dance lover dance
And when the music fades
Take your exit as you please
For I cannot fight the dead
Or those that want to die
Well written, Erin. I hope it is a product of your vivid imagination and not based on real life.
Nice powerful poem. If its real life dont be hesitant to commit him to a mental hospital for a while. He will be fine eventually with your support. Best of luck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings in persuasive diction with conviction.