Loyal to the liquor.
Nicotine and legal weed.
Or other meditations,
Available and easier...
To sample as recommended.
Whether to credit or directly,
Purchased to quickly digest.
Many rush to escape facing,
Their own troubles to dread...
Reality and the pain of it.
To know kept delusions,
Are stretched out...
Looking grim and close to dead.
Conveniently for many,
A numbing the mind...
Becomes welcomed to be done.
Whether prescribed or not,
That 'fix' needed to soothe...
Is better than none.
Loyal to the liquor.
Nicotine and legal weed.
Some may confess,
Relieves the stress.
And yet...
There are those,
Who can not remember...
From which stress they picked,
That began their addiction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem