Poetry For The Soul

On the other side

once I die

my bones will remain underground

but my thoughts will continue to wander through the air,

in the hope of finding someone with its equals.

No matter what bad or good I did in my past life,

The story is already written in my bones,

and there is not enough space on the page,

to sum up a whole life.

I don't want time to end,

I don't want the wind to take me away,

I'm afraid of being forgotten

that no one will remember me.

I can not continue like this,

pretending that nothing was of importance,

but I have to be honest,

I don't wish you my luck,

you don't want to be here,

In death where you will meet your end.

I feel the laughter rambling and dancing through my ears.

But I don't feel them completely

I don't feel anything at all.

Here on the other side

there is nothing that holds me back

but there is no way to escape

because this is the end of the road,

here, on the other side.