I had my sleeping pills in my hand
MJ died last night
Nothing but pills were found in his stomach
I have sleeping pills which are now banned
My father waited for me to talk
But I kept my cell switched off
The last two days I did not sleep
MJ was so great, I had miles to walk.
My friends, my poor friends
All of them wanted me to come back
I had sleeping pills in my hand
I stood dumb on the dock.
My hands shake feebly, my throats went dry
My tongue hangs black
Darker becomes my vision, as
Banging soul thumbs my eyes.
Don't die, don't leave us
There is no such sound splashing the silence
In my room,
The sea has entered my soul
The waves of grief roar all around.
This is well done, deeply felt. The repeating line gains strength each time it's repeated. 'I had my sleeping pills in my hand, ' but the title is the only thing that weakens this poem. I reread it many times and nothing in it says you love death. The entire poem is about an overwhelming since of loss. Grief is seldom about loving death, though despair may drive us to the brink of suicide, it is not out of love of death we contemplate it but rather because we miss the person so much, we cannot see how to go on without them. Despair is not loving death, but giving up on life. I just think you could have a title that is more a part of the poem, rather than something to shock us into reading the poem.
Finish is with jocund metaphor… Enjoyed…thanks for sharing… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title definitely fits now