I toss and turn, in my bed, trying to get to sleep,
But the only thing that comes along, is a headache full of beats.
Someone’s playing inside my head,
A drum that will not stop,
My eyes leaking tears or frustration,
That my body won’t shut off.
I wish there was a button that, would take away the pain,
Something that would stop my stomach,
From playing its restless game.
That’s it! I’ve had enough, and jump out of my bed,
And turn the shower on full force, and jump in that instead,
The burning spray drills into me, making me want to faint,
But this time it does not work, the pain is here to stay,
And as I step out and towel off, I can’t help but wonder why,
This endless pain won’t leave me, why it wants to make me die.
I go sit in a corner,
My hair still dripping wet, and wrap my arms around me,
Hoping that will help instead.
Then suddenly I know, why my body wants me to end,
Its because without you, it has no reason to hang to life’s living thread.
The vivid imagery painted with the flowing lines of this poem are indisputably saturnine, if not morose and depressing. regardless the piece is beautifully written and strikingly deep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The reason for the pain is well said in the last two lines of the poem. Till then it was a pleasant surprise.