A journey with death
It is getting dark...
When the destiny talks....
We must hark...
Suddenly and quick..
Putting its mark...
.........
My car is fling in the air....
I`m losing my life..
Is that fair?
I have children...
need my care..
The glass spreads...
every where...
.........
Nothing but silence...
A very deep one....
Where is my soul....?
Where have I gone?
.......
Now, I can`t breathe....
I can`t hear....
now I`m suffering...
I can`t bear....
......
Nothing but coldness...
coming from darkness....
flowing into my arteries...
........
silence...silence...silence
.........
She is blinking...
She is breathing....
No, she is staring....
......
A bright light.....
and fresh air...
That means that....
I`m still here...
Lot of faces...
with long hair....
I`m not bleeding! ! ! !
Is not that rare?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing but silence... A very deep one.... Where is my soul....? Where have I gone? ohh wonderful imagination about death. you are really deep in the mystery of death. love it very much dear Poetess. Tony