Constantly struggling with daily routines of existence,
battling the limits set by life and other people.
Wishing for the solitude of death's embrace, sensing
the nearness I have to it.
Not wanting to waste a precious minute, believing in a
God that wants me with Him.
Falling into the abyss of life, struggling with it's
infinite demands, hoping to be rid of it's grasp real
soon.
(9/22/96)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem