Walking into misty curtains of death, seeing it's grasp on
life, eerie yet intriguing, filling a mind with curious
ideas and thoughts of how it happens to exist in our lives.
Thinking that it's purpose is to take away our very exist-
ence, throwing us into another dimension while leaving our
loved ones and friends in an intense sadness.
One that can only be lived through, existing in the empti-
ness, loneliness and isolation filling the hole left by
death's insistence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem has filled an emptiness.