No questions left to answer.
Absoulte no problems left to solve.
No one to have to answer to.
All my problems solved at last.
One last decision left to make.
One quick move its all over and done.
No more heartache.
No more greif.
No more pain.
No more burdens left to impose.
No injustice to amend.
One last request.
To the angel of death.
Please dont take to long
Come and get me soon
Amy Kerswell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a letter, i have a poem like that 'spoken death'...