It ended.
Just like that
Quick
No explanation.
Are all problems so simple?
Or do they live by dying an overdue death
Under the torture of reasoning,
Of poor explanations,
Poor judgments
And poorer decisions.
It is better,
Quick,
Sharp as a knife.
A new chance
For life waiting
For another chance,
And you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you obviously have experienced some of life's poorer things that are like a kick in tha balls. you are a great writer. take care fellow poet