When i woke up in the morning.
I found myself dead.
Laid in the white coffin.
with epitaphs on my photo.
Wearing a gold court with a silver rolex
on my right hand.
Seeing them moaning me.
My mama on her knees,
but the sky was filled with his absence.
My little sister cursing out this day,
but the fact i weren't dead.
It was just a vision of a bad day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem