Here I lay in this empty lonely grave
sad, cold, and forgotten
I wonder how I got here and why I can't get out
My mind is fully awake and wondering what is going on
If only my muscles responded to my thoughts
I can't move no matter how much i try too
I can't even talk or anything else
I seem like a rock that is never stepped on or thrown
I never have anybody come visit my corpse
I am a skeleton with a heart
I'm as pale as you can think
I am as skinny and tall as you can imagine
Durt surrounds me everywhere
Bugs, snakes, and rats crawl inside of me
I always feel steps near but never here
Is this hell?
I don't feel the the burn or steam of any flame
Is this heaven?
I don't feel, I'm not happy, and I dont see
I still feel something beating
Those doctors were wrong
I still feel my heart there
They must not hear my pulse or feel it either
But I know it's there
This is the only thing I feel in me
The rest is hidden or gone
I'm dead
I comitted suicide
The edge of my knife touched the edge of my arm
My blood touched my skin and turned blue to red
Oxygen surrounded my vains in harm
I didn't make it
I can't understand why I am still here on earth
I guess I was wrong about my situation
I am trapped inside of my mind and outside is my tomb
The concrete that describes my death
This cofin is crumbling with every passing day
I've been here to long
When will I leave?
My durt ceeling is collapsing
I lay here in my grave
Old and rotten
I lay here in my grave
Misplaced and fallen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wendy, startling perspective, the last stanza is awesome! Cheers Anita