Finita

I don't have strength anymore.
I lie, staring at the ceiling.
I hate now things which I adored.
The end. I'm leaving.

No apploases for
The actor in the tragic play
Misspelled, forgot the words
He's useless in all ways.

The end. Finita.
This life. Got tired to live it.

Reviews

[Pab]

Bleak, with a brevity that gives it impact. I like the imagery of the actor leaving the stage having forgotten the lines. In a few brief strokes, you say so much.

Now, just in case you really are tired of life, someone who can write this well in a second language is someone with a special gift. Life obviously isn't tired of you! Stick around and write some more. Plenty more.