As you lie in your bed sweat falls from
your head.
Your curtains sway in the breeze, but
no window is open so your hopin
your covers will put you to ease.
Lying there without a motion you know
your time has come, but to you it
seems as if your life has just begun.
Death is above you and you close your
eyes waiting to go away, but God
quickly comes sweeps you in his
arms and tells you, YOU
MAY STAY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
should have gone deeper, use more emotions to tell this story of Death creeping in. Give more details about the window, tell how death creeps in....in what motion, slowly, fast, quickly. How does it feel, what is your reaction.Lying there without a motion...are you cold? do you see fear?