Where shall be the place I go
After eternal rest?
Perhaps, a field I could lay in
Where the butterflies perch on my chest
Ah, if there were only a book on the mystery of death
Will there be salvation
After my last breath?
The thought creates too much stress
I look too far ahead at best
Will I face a final test?
Life already seems like such a loathsome quest
If a maker I meet,
I hope I do not appear as a shameful pest
Some say there is no need to be depressed
They say with age the fear is present less and less
Death may even be a blessing at best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very imaginative and thoughtful ;)