I am now a dead
man,
I can see clear
but can't talk to
the earing of anyone.
Not even my wife
nor my children
could hear me talk,
I sees them,
I feels them with
my presence,
But invisible as
they can't see
nor feel me.
I now cry but
none can hear
nor comprehend
my agony,
Though I do not
blame them since
I died in silence.
I would had
reveal to them
my secrete before
my exit,
Now I'm restless.
But uptill this
moment,
I still hangs
around the living,
Since I can't
rest without
speaking to their
earing,
My secrete.
Oh my God,
I'm helpless,
What should I do? ,
Or I would go
back to the world,
Oh no I can't! ,
I'm now a dead man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem indeed! even the other two that talks about velour. I liked them