I Urge Myself To Pray Poem by Vasile Serban

I am the master of nothing
An eternal slave without a tool
A traveler in this world
A poor unknowing soul.

I see the cemetery full of life
Arranging the columns of the dead
A strange amalgam of bones
A macabre dance in the setting.

I see myself as a wreck
A false shadow on the ground
I'm a fake smile of an ugly
A shy stammer of a mute.

I see death as perfection
Is our atonement in absolut
A formless eternity
A rag thrown to the wind.

To the way of my judgment
In every day with a name
I renounce my thoughts of the world
And I urge myself to prayer.