They counted twenty eight
My soul says it’s too much
They speak or cry or shout
Words that I can not dissolve.

I’ve made my peace last week
So proud of myself!
Soon I will be gone
Soon I will die.

My last year with tears
My last months with pain
My last weeks together
My last breaths with soul.

I told her with care
I wrote her forever letters
She read them so fast
While displaying a beautiful smile.

You are not dying
You are so brave…

It doesn’t matter Cris
I died. It happened a long time ago.

What time is it?
She searched the room
Brown and white and almost red
She is a ghost
A body with life, or maybe not.

What time is it?
Whispers are low
Only by paying attention
The words can be heard.

What time is it?
Who will answer?
Walls, carpets and furniture?

What time is it?
I pray God will answer.

What time is it?*
Please give me an answer.

Poems with power impact on life
Lyrics that bring a soul from land of the death
Courage with strength of iron shrouded in gold
And people still cry deep in the twilight.

Dawn is a curse when remember to go
At doctor for a white paper with black letters on,
Recipes written on mega speed
Others don't give a dime if you leave.

I forgive myself from being mean
I forgive you for shouting at me
Forgive and forget and happy move on,
Let the earth spin one more year around the sun.

I am standing still while the world is moving
I have nothing to give while my heart is pounding
I am standing still while spying on others
I am standing still crying or laughing.

I am standing still while you dance
I am standing still while people are dying
I am standing still while words are flying
I am standing still to catch lyrics for my poem.

I am standing still when you kiss me good morning
I am standing still when eating nothing
I am standing still and no one is noticing
I am standing still while I am dying.