The world is spinning around me,
I can’t focus,
I can’t see without seeing double.
As I spin my life flashes in front of me.
But what is there to flash past?
Nothing.
Then I collapse.
I don’t know why I did,
Until I hear the voice of an angel.
Now I remember why I fell.
It was those pills.
All 24 of them.
Then there is darkness again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem