my pillow is calling me
to be wrestled to pieces
on my journey to calmness
dawn must have encroach
on my time setting, touch
by emotion bug, i have to
yes, i have to decompress
to even close to sweet sleep
one way of doing is freeing
myself, unloading my mind
embracing the gift of god
neither naked nor shod
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem