Lying on my deathbed
Seriously ill.
Waiting for the final bell to ring.
The light in my senses
Is slowly losing power.
Just some few minutes left
Before I finally succumb
To darkness.
It will cover me to eternity
Until Christ comes for a second time
To judge the entire humans
Dead or alive
That's when I'll wake up
From this slumber I'm about to take.
People will cry
But there tears won't bring me back.
They will sing sentimental and lamenting songs,
I will never hear them
Or see what they'll be doing.
My eyes will be shut forever.
The curtains are being closed
Like a comedian after his performance on stage.
The bad part is that they are moving slowly.
Don't know how many minutes it'll take for them
To be finally closed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The curtains are being closed Like a comedian after his performance on stage. The bad part is that they are moving slowly. The final stanza of your good poem gives the clue....... the curtain is slowly closing. like the comdian, after playing our part. we leave.into God's hands. thank you dear Martin. God bless you..........