death is not merciful
although it comes to end our pain
death is a greedy thief
along with pain it steals the soul
death is the seed of grief
the source of all anxiety
illusions can't defend
a mortal heart or fragile ghost
hope is springtime rain
to make the flowers bloom again
hope is a failed religion
for only earth contains our god
the planet looks away
as men pretend eternal life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully crafted poem about death.