i want life

An attempt below to repackage and represent the nice poem. Some times the breaks and format of idea packaging lets the reader enjoy it more, though for the dying poet a jumble of ideas is more natural.


i am dying slowly.

i look above,
god is looking and laughing.

he made the most beautiful world
which turned out ugly for me
i want this world back please
i pray to you god , i plead.

i know i walked the wrong way
and now i am standing at bay
the moment i leap i`ll fall
and that will be the end of all.

but hope still prevails in my heart
i know miracles made u god
i close my eyes and i give u my hand
and i know you`ll take me to the right land.