Poetry is morphine to me
It sedates my soul setting it free
Morphine rushes beneath my skin
Turning my body from outside to in
When i put pen to paper it's a powerful mix
Everyday i long for my poetry fix
Un-Finished!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The problem I have is what my morphine is Very un-finished, I'll come back to this Ian