1: 40 AM
It's going on 2 am
Can't sleep
Eyes
Wide awake
I lay there
Wide awake
Tossing
Turning
Surrounded by emptiness
Yet locked in a room
Of clutter
Tossing
Turning
Staring into the emptiness
Alone
She lies
Surround by
Nothing but darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem