all night
i sat and grieved about death.
the inevitable end result
of
being
close to the answer….
i sat here
wondering,
what to do.
the stars
witnessed my struggle.
the darkness
that cloaks unheard prayers
ran its bony fingers
along
my cheek.
this morning
as
the sun rises
my cicada
shell
of a soul
has been left behind.
(8-04-2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem