Drowning Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

The feeling I get when I wake uip is dread.
Been stuck in a rut.
I wish I was deead.
Day after day people necer shut up.
I know that I don'y have any children
or a flash house.
In fact, I have nothing materialistic.
You can guess by the opeing lines that I am morbidly sick.

People remind me that I am not a success.
But when even God won't abswer my prayers.
Then what have I got to live for?
I feel like taking the car and a pipe. Gas myself to death.
Whisper 'I love you, my wife' with my last dying breath.
I've let those down, that depend on me.
My parents are old and have no money.
I cannot treat my wife's family to a decent life.
Impoverished and desperarte are they, in a foreign land.
I 've worked harder than any other man to meake ends meet.
Walked to the ends of the earth and worn out my feet.

I cannot take anymore.
I am overwhelmed.
Just like a man overboard.
Drowned in the depths.
Dead man walking on the Green Mile.
Somebody has shuffed my light.
Man that has been broken I, no longer, have no fight.
Sentence me to a death that is so painless.
Nothing to declare or to confess.
I just couldn't cope with life's demands.