what to do when you
feel like you are on the edge
and everything begins to distort
your eyes becomes heavy
as your heart beat slows down
and each passing second
you feel that pound in your chest
and you lay there
sensitive and fragile
a shattered mirror
with to many reflections
your body becomes cold
and your feelings decrease
and to you you are already gone
as you await the final judge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem