My room is blacker than the night,
I can’t hear a sound,
Because there is no movement,
Out of the darkness,
You slowly appear,
Bathed in a shining light,
It is almost as if the sun surrounds your body,
For I cannot see the person,
Within this magical aura of light,
I sense a kindness emanating,
From you as you hold out a hand,
Quietly I take it,
And for a moment I believe you smiled,
With no farther words you make us disappear,
You whisper to me,
To hold on to my life,
Not to foolishly end it,
You show me all the good things I have to live for,
With that we appear in my room,
And slowly you fade away,
Not leaving a trace that you exist,
I return to my bed and think about all you said,
I pull the knife from under my pillow,
And set it on the dresser,
As I fall asleep that night,
I realize I have an angel to watch over me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You show me all the good things I have to live for, With that we appear in my room and slowly you fade away, Not leaving a trace that you exist, you make good for us