Deeply praying for an end to this torture chamber called life, and yet, there were many good times and silent undertakings, keeping me going, living on edges, perilously close to death's waiting arms.
Avoiding his embrace so far, miracles taking me beyond his cold, hard stare, still wanting me to be his in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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