I keep the secrets and lies of friends and enemies.
I allow myself to be caught in the riptide of emotion.
The Locked Door swings open for me.
All is Dark. All is Quiet.
I watch as Death swirls in around me.
Its touch is cold and exhilarating.
This is the End?
No. Merely a Dream.
A Dream that will never come true.
A Wish that will go unfulfilled.
Well, then, that is the Wish.
And or Dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem