Alone and laid to rest is just a saying
As rest is never quite achieved
And loneliness is impossible when doubts chatter constantly
She wonders if she took her pills today
Then remembers that in her encapsulated state
Medication is no longer prescribed
And pharmacies aren`t open this far underground
The Doctors wished her well or so she thought
As she waved goodbye and walked out of their offices
Holding signed papers that promised mental stability
While delivering only a sense of such an achievement
The final straw was sucked too dry
To chase the gifts the papers offered
The bottles laid empty upon the floor
Next to a body that only seemed to have stopped breathing
They found her too many days later
Photos, ids and boxes of memories surrounded
Yet it seemed no one could identify her remains
She lays buried amongst soldiers killed in battle
Underneath a tombstone that simply says 'unknown '
And wonders if she took her pills yet today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem