How do I sleep when my mind won't let me rest? It is filled with many questions that I'm unable to answer just yet. Questions like will I ever find someone to love me as much as I'd love her? When it comes to cerebral palsy will they ever find a cure? Will I ever truly get the respect I so richly deserve? Or will my poetry forever be looked at as empty words. Well I grab the bourbon and take a few sips. Because being a bit tipsy is the only way I can quiet my mind so I can sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem