At the thought of it I tremble,
My lips so dry and cracking,
Like the Sahara desert that longs for rain,
With no words uttered I stared into thin air and wandered,
My eyes got teary as I blinked,
My heart pumped rapidly,
Faster than a lion's run to catch it's prey,
My head heavily aches at the thought of it,
Could this be the end? 'I wondered',
Through my mind it slowly sinks,
My stomach cramps as my heart's palpitations descends to the end,
All I see is blackness to the end.
Could I really welcome death's creeping hand?
Surely there seem to be no escape from this dead end....!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful i like it............