My words shy away from the light,
The heavens pry into my soul,
Demons leaping at me,
My very spirit out and released.
I stand above me,
Looking down..
No one shall cry..
Not a tear to be found,
No one will know..
What secrets I hold..
No will see what I had to see..
No one will feel..
what I feel..
I'll go,
and not a soul will notice..
I'll say goodbye in soft whispers..
I'll wave my last motion..
and go on my merry way..
If you never hear from me..
Then forget me..
If you never see me..
Then I'm gone for eternity..
I'll remain the mystery..
and with my last breath..
I'm ready to die.
Good bye..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem