I hate myself
And this cruel life.
I can’t bear the massive burden
Of my unwanted,
Unhappy,
Hopeless,
And misinterpreted existence.
I must die;
Or go oblivious.
Wish there were enough Opium,
In this entire universe;
To calm my restless-agonizing mind.
I must leave this
Unjust and sterile world,
And should take my last voyage;
A leap in the eternal dark…
June 15,2008
Based on this, I agree that you 'don't do poetry.' I wonder, then, why you post to a poetry website.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paul seems to say this to everyone, this is the third comment like this that i have seen this morning alone, i feel he has a one dimensional view of what poetry is and doesnt realise that poetry is something that comes in many forms. I like this poem and i can relate to it alot, well done, well written and strong.