Wanting to fade into nonexistence, no one to miss me,
a nothingness befalling me as I lie on the bedspread
of life.
Thinking back over it and all I've done with my time,
wondering if my purpose has been fulfilled entirely
or not.
Are there any picture puzzles left that have not yet
been completed of my life, is so, where can I find
them so I may complete myself and go to heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem