I did not know how afraid I was to die
And then it appeared I might
And instead of the stoic courage I expected
I quickly came to the edge of breakdown
I am no hero
I know that
But I had thought I had thought this out
And was resigned
I'm not
When the evil truly comes
And the whole deterioration to the end starts
I am afraid now
I will fall apart
I am very afraid to die
And I am going to
And perhaps even worse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We should not be here as improbabilities. Back we go to nothing. Really, quite simple. Who's afraid of nothing?