I’m grateful for every chance I get to ventilate my lungs
So I pull passionately on every breath
I know one day I must collide with death
When my friends and loved ones must pay last respects
Yet………… I am so afraid of dying
Twenty Four hours multiplied by a question sign;
Is how much time I have left
Till the good Lord retires the breath from this body; given me as a loan
Flesh blood and bones
Lying inanimate like stone
Six feet beneath the tombstone
But I’m still here
As I sit here
Thinking I got the tools for life, but for death I’m not prepared
Any day could be my turn to kick the bucket
As I look at the horizon of eternity, still I can’t see beyond it
The inevitable but this is the very thing that we are promised has been defeated. So in knowing and believing then there can be no fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the poem 10+++ Keep writing............