Indigo (Everything Speaks)

Poem on The Deathbed

The rooster won't wake me up in the morning

My eyes won't open to the sound of your mourning

My heart never gets its rhythm back even you cry

I won't even breathe again on the kiss of the nurse

I sleep still

I hear you cry

Days go by and by

I'll die from your sight

For now, it's time to retire

From this world and burn in the fire

O the heaven will be my home

When my cadaver seeks prey to the worm.