I'm being called.
Called to the heavens
Or pits of hell.
Not quite sure which is which.
But what I do know is,
it's my time to go.
As i wipe the last tear of my cheek,
I say goodbye with a smile.
And say hello to death.
Dressed in a beautiful black gown,
Death embraces me warmly.
'It's all over now.' He whispers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem