It is three in the morning can't sleep a million thoughts running through my head.
Closing my eyes is something I dread.
because if I do the nightmare will start again;
Memories of the pain I suffered when I was a kid.
Then it will get all jumbled up with the anger I held in.
Then in my mind my world goes until a tailspin.
I have one more drink just to numb my mind.
So when I fall asleep my world goes black if I was blind.
And then my soul could rest instead of weep.
Without alcohol I can't sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem