Watching as life struggles with death, feeling weak as this
being holds on even though life seems to be drained from me.
Saying an act of contrition, asking God to forgive me for
anything that I've done wrong, praying for His mercy.
Wondering if my last moment is about to come upon me, not
knowing what to expect, letting go and letting God, trust-
ing in Him explicitly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem