At the end of life

A poem for World Poetry Day 2018

Spring has already arrived,
but all I see is dark.
I want to relax on a beach,
but I have to hide myself in a forest.

Life, sometimes, is cruel,
and I ask myself “is it fair?”
It gives us a lot of sadness,
and steals everything from us with a kiss.

They tell me that I have to die happy,
but I can’t do that yet.
The end of life has arrived,
and there is nothing more I can do.

The darkness hides the truth,
that everything is fucked up.
I have never looked for perfection,
but still life is destroyed.

As the leaves age and die,
and the rose which grew is no longer there.
The foundations we built for each other,
and the love that we had is now water.

They tell me that I have to die happy,
but I can’t do that yet.
The end of life has arrived,
and there is nothing more I can do.

Everything I had thought about life,
they have shown me is a lie.
Love doesn’t conquer all,
and they don’t want to hear my cry.

Now I sit here alone,
thinking of everything that has happened.
After all the mistakes I have made,
I have fought, denied, cried.

They tell me that I have to die happy,
but I can’t do that yet.
The end of life has arrived,
and there is nothing more I can do.

I have a final confession,
but I can’t find any words.
How death appears too quickly,
and life has passed like a shot!

We have already prepared my grave,
it is time to say “goodbye”.
As the end of life has arrived,
the last breath, today, is mine.

They tell me that I have to die happy,
but I can’t do that yet.
The end of life has arrived,
and there is nothing more I can do.

The end of life has arrived,
and there is nothing more we can say.

This poem was originally written in Catalan and has been translated into English. As such, it does not flow as well, nor rhyme, as the original.