There is nothing left of me, exept this rotting shell,
There is nothing left to see, and not much left to smell,
Almost gone from a world I had no place,
Completely forgotten by a heart, I held no space,
This my final moment, the life fades from my eyes,
and its my chest and not my cheeks that bear the burden,
of a tearful heart that cries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely stunning write. Regards. Craig.