Drug addiction
O man
What gives you?
This insane
Habit of falling
Unconscious in vain
Falling on filth
For finding food
Nothing in mind
Nor cash or kind
On the road side
Quite open and wide
You often faint
Before reaching home
Or just on the door
Everybody abhor
Your this futile lore
These tracks on my arms, lead to hungry mouths and they wont stop screaming at me unless I feed them...but why must they scream this way...why do I feel so much pain....................................This path I've crawled...deep and powerful insight my friend... The Devils Syrup 10+++
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I would like to translate this poem
Short yet so meaningful poem written...........great work! ! !