I'm addicted, conflicted with these
habits
a compulsive disorder, I can't seem to rehab it.
A disease of the mind wages war with the soul.
Reeking its havoc just outside my
control,
I battle not with flesh and blood
I play the victim of the stubborn darkness that didn't drown in the flood.
I am what I am
For You are that You are
if this game of life was but a dream
I hope you find me awake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem