Save me from
drowning please-
Just let me live
until tomorrow
I shall die then
when I bake
my head in the oven.
I will not bore you
with my
words-
on a letter
You ignored them in
life-
Bury them with me.
Thinking maybe-
we should talk
this night, that huge
picture box mutes
my words. You say
that you may have a
moment to fit me
in between your
mindless shows.
Desperately, crying for
help-
I swallow a handful
of yellow sleeping
pills and carry
Jack upstairs
to accompany me.
I sleep and count
useless sheep.
Quickly a foggy Hendrix
haze takes over.
I remember my dreams
of Titanic again
I survive-
only to have my
life jacket pierced
by remnants of
the original
iceberg. So
either way
I end up
drowning in
a empty life boat
of sorrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The emotions here could drown you, in a sadly beautiful ocean of sorrow. It's simplicity is part of its magic.