My door is shut.
That's when I cut,
To relieve my gut
When I'm stuck in a rut.
My ears are closed.
That's when I dozed,
My body perfectly composed,
My scars unexposed.
My mind is tired;
Life has backfired.
I'm improperly wired and
My time here is expired.
It's here I don't belong so
Dear, please play along.
No more religious songs,
No more trying to stay strong.
When will you realize
I don't want to be alive?
I'm ready to thrive so
I take a dive into my
Sanctuary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have just read your first poem posted on this site and loved it. The title is apt and the rhyme is good. The poignant thoughts expressed in the poem touched me.