I write this with my pupils dilated
A notice for the disease that lurks about
Within me you wreck havoc for no reason
The flesh weak the mind willing
And a spirit of triumph
You are defeated
I will fight you until the end
Of our time together
Though I may falter I will always rise
Because the war is not over
Its not my time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem