Fighting this temptation leads to aggravation. Filled with dread and banging my head against the wall asking: When will I fall? From off this wagon my feet are dragging one step behind but when will I find the help I need? Before my next deed? Why can't they see I need to be free? Don't just let it be, this addiction is killing me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem