They turn me towards pills and medication;
remorselessly, no second thought, no hesitation.
Because they've had medicine design the all of them:
they turn all thoughts to obliviation, anti-insomniac
medication. There never seems to be enough,
to retrieve what is so simple, they make so rough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent work on obliviation presenting personal experiences! Well penned..............10
Sometimes poetry is not enough to fill our minds with and the problem is some people rely only on medicine and so some of us follow suit.