My body says 'Sleep',
the mind says 'No'.
The thoughts are racing,
with nowhere to go.
I take lots of drugs,
that sometimes work.
But they make me feel,
like a lethargic jerk.
I miss my old self,
the one with success.
And I'm damn sick & tired,
living under duress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem