i wanna be sedated

*i came across a book one lazy afternoon at the national bookstore (sm north edsa). it was about famed Filipino writers raving about their most loved poems. among these were: 'the raven' by edgar allan poe; 'the love song of j. alfred prufrock' by t.s. eliot; 'orpheus, eurydice, hermes' by rainer maria rilke'; 'to earthward' by robert frost; 'isang dipang langit' by amado v. hernandez; 'fern hill' by dylan thomas; and 'ygUDuh' & 'it may not always be so, and i say' by ee cummings. and then, there was this: poem no. 17 by jose garcia villa. read on..

I can no more hear Love's
Voice. No more moves
The mouth of her. Birds
No more sing. Words
I speak return lonely.
Flowers I pick turn ghostly.
Fire that I burn glows
Pale. No more blows
The wind. Time tells
No more truth. Bells
Ring no more in me.
I am all alone singly.
Lonely rests my head.
—— O my God! I am dead.