My darkness came to me
Quiet, submissive, almost shy
They call you death, I said
I call you life.
She smiled nodding her head
My darkness
gently releasing my breath
Freezing the bones
Icing the fingers in a state of twitching
Mouth just about shut
Eyes open wide
Legs spread open
Lifefull
I leave with my darkness
Smiling content
Not one look behind, no gasp, no sigh
To yore unseen.
Nice poem. My darkness came to me and covered all my sins, Tell me the nature of human beings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the embrace of death... not an ending, but a true beginning! good poem.