WaiTiNG FoR You

Death,
I’m waiting for her.
Pain,
it’s my only and best friend.
Loneliness,
the only one who is with me.
Darkness,
my true lover who lives in my dreams.
The Moon,
she’s the muse that keeps me alive.
Love,
the reason for me to die.
Sadness,
the feeling that will never leave my heart.
My thoughts,
I can’t understand them, my head is dark.
Silence,
the only one who really understands.
Death,
I’m waiting for her . . . ​

 

It’s not bad. I recommend, though, that you do more reading and keep trying.
Un abrazo
Chepeleón

 

En realidad es muy cierto lo que dices al fin de todas las cosa es lo unico seguro y por que no amarla e inclusive por que no esperarla total tarde o temprano llegara para convertirse en fiel acompañante al mas alla.

 

Fernando, I think you did a fine job with this poem. Your English is quite good, and I saw no grammatical or spelling errors. It's a very dark poem, and the emotions are clear. I like the way you made a circular thought by ending at the beginning:

"Death, I'm waiting for her..."

Very nice job.
jagüey

 

yeah, gracias!!