Sigh!
The end is nigh, I call feel it in my bones
I can feel the bomb ticking, until it implodes.
As paranoia sets a timer to the sunrise,
the countdown to this long night has come to an abrupt end.
No amend can soften the blow, no wisdom can cease with.
there is a probable climax in tow, my bones can teeth it.
The end chime to a long night awaits us in the end.
The timer is set to countdown, a bright morning thus begins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem