The Edge Of Life Poem by Antonio Liao

where can I
turn to,
as if all have gone in my hands;
spoil brat want to cried in my knee
console by the affected,
fearless face of the angry, yet humble as
a servant to the servants

in my young, I felt so great,
hero to my own, lavish smile with
courage, so dying yet happy on
my youth

daylight ruins the night,
lighted with little star
in my head, vigorous and handsome so
big and bright, thou nothing stay
in my embracing eyes
than to fall my sweet
tears goodbye

dried lips gone,
wish a sweat taste of thirst