Me Siento Triste Poem by Aram Stefanian

On the obscure way to nonexistence I feel sad,
Still hopeful that the angels won't leave me alone.
If I am on nobody's want list, that's too bad:
There is only subconscious fear of being just a clone.
Am I gonna meet all my beloved ones I have lost?
Can they forgive me for unintentional mistakes?
I know I will miss the earth after I bite the dust:
The green grass, the seas, the birds, the snowflakes.
On the other side, shall thee bless me with the light?
Can I learn to be a guardian angel for lost souls?
I am thy slave, so deliver me from the infinite night.
Even if it's bitterly cold, I don't need a bed of coals.