Retched enough to dirty the souls of one-thousand lives
a discovery so bold, so un-called for.
He lays on the floor
unconscious without a care.
What a sight to witness.
The grout between the tiles; deep and filled with liquid,
the shower curtain ripped; sink filthy.
He awakens with pupils enlarged
rolling back into his head uncontrollably.
The warmth flows through his vains
until the realization of my unfortunate findings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned poem about the sad reality of addicts.............