a lack of memories prior to birth
instils not dread or fear,
so why, i question
does the thought of similar
fate in death
generate such fear and fright?
i find myself wondering sometimes,
if death itself could be - a final point,
that final stage before
our last memories close to the light, and
we simply forget ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i dont know wat to say but i think is so nice