Rolling.
Tossing and turning.
Can't sleep.
Can't get enough to eat.
These craving are killing me so slowly.
An addiction of weakness.
There all I am thinking about.
Some one drug me, induce a coma.
Finally maybe I could just get some sleep.
Instead of rocking my feet.
Hands jittering.
Teeth clamoring.
Body chills and sweats.
An uncontrollable fever.
Please don't let me relapse.
Please just let me collapse.
No chance to be that mouse after the cheese.
He can sniff it out from anywhere within the maze.
It so much feels like the everlasting cure.
A continuation of only wanting more.
Resisting the unending urge.
Tempting it is to go off the deep end and splurge.
This maybe my last defiant surge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem