Darkness thrown against my eyes, inverting the light of day
into night.
Caressing my soul while I fight a lonely battle with self,
strong character, weakened by age, wanting to let go, but
not quite ready yet.
Singing songs of death and dying, my soul is crying to be
heard.
Wishing for an end to the world I know, wanting to go to
God before another day is done.
Lighting the skies with neon lights, shining the darkness
away from my sight.
But deep within it still resides, waiting by the fire of
death's desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem