The still frame images
Are like snapshots inside my head
Always there reminding me of the pain
A pain that no amount of alcohol will suppress
That no drug will ease
Like a predator it preys upon me
Victimizing the years of my life
A disease that I haven't a cure
For it's slowly taking me
As I try to fight it
I fear all is lost
Then like a thief in the night
The images that taunt me
Fade to black, all is quiet now
For loneliness is death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem