Taste Of Anger

I Am Still A Child

I am still a child,

And I will always ask you: where do people go after death? 

From the moment I was born until I take my last breath,

 I will die among the jasmine plants, next to the backyard fence. 

I am the trembling and restless one,

Growing stronger with each passing year. 

I cannot bear the thought that death will kill my liveliness. 

I am the one who runs carrying my curiosity, 

And the burden of silence that I will live with. 

I will always pray to die peacefully, 

To not have stillness as my destiny.