I used to have motivation,
It's now been replaced with stagnation
I once had goals, dreams, hopes
Now, seems all I do is mope
No longer happy anymore,
Seems that I can barely cope
Wishing and praying that after my demise
My soul will finally be well
But then my mind keeps telling me that
I am already in hell
Constantly wondering what the next phase will be,
Is there really a Heaven,
Or will my suffering last eternally?
Since no one can say factually,
I'm forced to just wait and see
What it is that the afterlife
Really has in store for me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem