One that's recumbent
Locked in a small cell
My dream there it went
To ring someone else's bell
The dream of ending life sound
The ending death of sign
This is how it is found
Again with death someone will dine
Another life will end
Another set of pain
Another soul will bend
There'll be another rain
Erase this sign in me
This recumbent one in a cell
Death is what I don't want to see
To ring someone else's bell
It's critical for me to be talking about death, .. But you express so well... Your strong... and In any other poem, you express so nicely... Good write! ... =)
this really makes someone think... on how life will be... nice poem... keep it up..
Nice but know that death is part of life. Parting has no retreat but wounds of sorrow. It is a 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad...I had to wipe the moist in my eyes in the end...signs...opportunities to love those near to say farewell more...chances to say everything you want to say, and hear those you want to hear...but also sometimes darts that hit the bulls-eye marks...nice poem, keep writing.