Mine eyes gaze upon the heavens bright,
Though it seems as grave as night.
\I felt the warmth of the sun,
still it slips away as a rushing flood.
\I hear the sounds of the earth around,
how muffled, and distant they do become.
\Truely now the thought feels insane,
it seems imminent there is no pain.
\Where I head there is no rent nor lease
just a sigh, a final peace.
\hidden away in a dark wooden chest,
underground six feet my final breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem with a fantastic flow.