Downcast, deep in sorrow, can't seem to get unburied.
It seems death is coming at me, strong, being deprived
of my life twice in two weeks.
Grief settles within my heart and won't let go it's
hold, tempting me to let go and leave this world for God.
(11; 08 a.m. - 3/21/11)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem