I'm scared
yet I'm not.
How can that be?
I'm afraid.
Don't know why,
there's nothing to fear.
I'm happy,
but nothing's joyful
in this bleak world.
I'm sad.
I know why.
A gun in hand.
I'm dead
in this body
the safety was off.
I'm home
back with God
and joyful once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem