It really is time now
I feel it rising in my throat
My heart is going slower than normal
My breath stutters and struggles to get out
My head hurts
And so does my wrists
But soon I'll feel nothing
Soon
I will be
Nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My heart is going slower than normal My breath stutters and struggles to get out My head hurts And so does my wrists But soon I'll feel nothing Soon I will be Nothing Meeting and parting, life and death, summer and winter are the go of life. We have to love those who are still with us, hopeful about us, those who have not left us like someone else. Keep loving and writing the brighter side too. Thanks poet for so vivid a description of pain within. 10 for it. Regards. Subhas, India