This is my body
This is where I'm staying
Flowers will grow
Out of my mouth when I'm decaying
Stretch your insides until it feels good
Don't stop until you cant stand where you stood
Nobody's here
Nobody's listening
Nobody cares
Everybody's missing
This is my brain
What do I know
The absence of my body
Is where I want to go
Nobody's here
Nobody's listening
Nobody cares
Everybody's missing
It feels this way to many people, quite often. Thanks for sharing, Eric.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowers grow and grow.....wonderful presentation really.