I know your gone
But you were like
My best friend
Why death always come
It just walks right in
saying
It’s death again
I'm hear to collect
I’ll always ask
Why you did it,
but you never answer
You come and take
who I cherish most
why not just kill me
I've seen death all
of it
Not one part have I
Me, myself missed
I wish you would take
Me Instead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In 1968, all of my male friends were killed. I never had any since. Your poems are so intense but so true, I love them.