No Vertigos And No More Spinning Please Poem by Rashidul Islam

A heart that’s filled up like being buried alive
“Occupational hazards” that slowly poison you
Bruises getting sourer than
an astronaut’s vertigo
Bruises are left to be unhealed
Sorry, Doctor! Your medicine isn’t working

Looking so sipped off and drained
Devoid of any humanity’s stain
Thinking of drowning down
the system that’s already dead and down
We haven’t heard from them longtime and again
But please let me take a more cautious,
loyal approach to you all over again
A slow poisoning of carbide, formalin
to finally having pure, clean cyanidical mayhem…

No vertigos and no more spinning please
No vertigos and no more spinning please
No vertigos and no more spinning please
Peace with myself at last,
Peace with myself at last

This is my final epitaph, my choking heartache

No vertigos and no more spinning please
No vertigos and no more spinning please
No vertigos and no more surprises please

But still what a wonderful feelings I had, I remember now
Such a wonderful heavenly bliss it was

No vertigos and no more spinning please (let me steer up to eternal bliss)
No vertigos and no more spinning please (let me steer up to eternal bliss)
No vertigos and no more spinning please (let me steer up to eternal bliss)