I can drown my pain in liquor, I can drown my pain in wine.
Neither of those things will make me feel divine.
A growing sadness darkens over my already tainted heart,
to whom do I owe the pleasure?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I saw this title, I had to read yours because I have a poem called 'Pain' as well. Yours is a lot shorter than mine and less dramatic but it certainly does the job. GW62