Anesthesia surged through my soul
like a cobra wanting to devour me.
My energy, my umph, my hutzpah gone,
flatlined and fixated on the ceiling above,
divorced from reality, deprived of love.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.30/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like you got up on the wrong side of the bed thanks Melvina-10