He sat on the steps, of the S.D.F shelter,
he said 'hello again' as i entered the gate,
I open the doors it's really bad weather,
'the roads are really icy, I'm sorry I'm late'.
'stay a while' he beckoned and he started talking,
'I want you to know just why I'm here,
the horrors I've seen, the ghosts are me stalkin',
and why to stay sober too long fills me with fear'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem