Dying is life.
Being alive is the preparation for death.
It’s stupid.
We spend all our lives preparing for something that destroys us.
Doesn’t it seem wrong?
We go through all the pain and fear.
To end up in the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the depth in the meaning of this piece. so honest and true. keep writing!