I used to feel something in my chest
Now it feels empty; nothing is left
All of life connected; All a big test
As if a trial to see who can live the longest
I tried to pacify
I forgot to look inside
My outreached hand clammed
I witnessed my time turn to sand
I listen and hear all the spoken words
As if every word was meant to be heard
But when do I hit the switch to off
And begin picking up the pieces I've lost
My own demise was set for a due time
Further down the path it seems only in mind
That I was the creator of all this turmoil
In these moments I've allowed myself to spoil
To see this is to see what is amiss
Enabling a view to transition old into new
Now I sit and accept what's on the list
To courageously let go for happiness to exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem