Lush green grass and breezy curtains gaze my face
As I pull myself up from yesterday's mess
A tinge of Mary Jane and a goodnight's sleep
Is all I want despite my dishevelled aspect.
"Snap out of it? " But why?
She kissed my lips when my rehab failed to.
"Quit this habit", I'd die trying.
While it started with trying to drown the pain,
My pain learnt to swim.
And today, I'm not sure who's drowning.
This conundrum will soon take me away,
And like a smoking bong,
all my pain will soon be gone
But now I need to numb this pain,
I'd rather take a shot than stay sober
Because this world is exhausting and I should stay High.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is precious but addiction turns this into. One should leave the way of addiction. We hope that rehabilitation will bring path of green grass where wind will give breeze of love and trust. Pain will go away and joy will come in mind. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned...10