Morbid Poem by Liliana EL.
Morbid
They took a stab
I was indifferent
So then they kicked
I still would not stir
They twisted me up and tossed me away
Or so they think they did, anyway
I got up
I found my way back
They're joyous, happy-go-lucky
But they should be scared, in fact
For when I was living, they pushed, and they jeered
But now that I'm dead, I'll let them have it their way
No, I'm not looking for revenge
How shallow a thing
But when they've gone through what I've gone through
Shared all I have to share
Maybe then they'll appreciate life without the drugs and the beer
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I would like to translate this poem
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8/6/2026 11:16:05 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Hope this poem find its way to many people out there who have problems with drinking and drugs. I like this poem, it`s not often you read one from a dead perspective. Thanks for the inspiration! Maybe I´ll try one with the same perspective.