Here I am, half dead
Neither feeling pain,
Nor using brain.
Spilling blood from a cut
Made me aware
That I am alive.
Thanks dear! ! ! !
For teaching me the lesson,
That love is like Cocaine.
That much addicted was I
But for You,
I was just one of them.
Hallucinating it was,
And the paranoidal delusions I had,
As I sniffed and sniffed
The drug you gave.
It shook me up
And turned me on.
And now you left me all alone;
I’m anxious and restless
Empty mind and heavy heart
Broken nerves and weak legs
Truly addicted I am,
To the killer drug called LOVE.
Never come to my life,
Ever again,
And addict me with love.
Alive I am now, half dead;
Never can I bear the pain
Never can I come back to life again.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The bitter is the flavor of this poem, it really left a taste in heart by each stanza you created here, a poignant write..absolutely a nice telling mind to paper..keep it up_Soul