At the last you’re taken from the coil
And the snowflakes crack my skin
Thoughts of how we’ll lose you in the soil
And you never lost your grin
Sat outside the white hospital doors
Where a preacher tells my sins
Tells me how ill never be a man
That wasn’t part of my plan
I pick up a pen and to the tune of a love song
I write him a letter on paper I found by the door
what am I doing this for
I flip up a coin it lands on the wrong side
Not waving but drowning at the weight of a strong tide
I thought what am I doing this for
Give up on myself what am I trying to say
Standing on the coil I choose my final day
All i need to say a simple drink and walk away
I love you mate
For paul marrow (1966-2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lew this poem is truely luverly, i really think you have got everything out perfectly... hope your ok man, this actually drove me to tears, in a good way like! ! !