Someday knowing that life is about to end, I will sit
here writing that moment into my final poem.
Tears may be falling, blinding my sight, yet there will
be all my thoughts just as clear and concise as always.
Letting the world know exactly what it feels like to be
alive and dying through poetry.
A thoughtful and insightful process, taking a lot of
courage and strength of character, knowing that I will
be up to the challenge and always writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem