when the time is near
you can't look straight into the eyes
can't even cast a sideways glance
when the time is near
there is nowhere to run
no rock to throw
no bush for cover
no negotiation
no chance
when the time is near
you feel something much less than emptiness
your essence ties into a knot
doom transcends everything you know
to become your final friend
unlike the strutting gang lord
staking claim for your turf
he has a simpler task
take the split second to exhale
you weren't ready for this
no one ever is
Makes you wonder what the next time will be! very thought provoking indeed, made me think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Second verse is good. Sorry to say i hadn't got it completely.