each death leaves a hole in us waiting to be filled
you go on breathing, locked inside
you become someone else
death passed by avoiding me
looking the other way
he knows I'm not worth taking,
for I'm a walking dead
begging to be legally dead
I chase after death
there's no going back
the damage has been done
I am a stranger
waiting to be
legally dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an EXCELLENT AND BEAUTIFUL and it drove me to tears