I am not living,
Nor am I dead
I am somewhere in between
Slowly fading away
If I were alive
I would be dying
If I were dead
I would be free
I am not yet free
I still feel the pain
Yet I am invisible
Dissipating into thin air
Soon I will no longer exist
Not even in this limbo
In which I have remained
I will now pass over into death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem