Here I am
Knocking on my room
So sick
So tired.
I lay my wasted mind
And wishing for
Succubus to visit me.
Otherwise,
I slam my cellphone to my face..
To have myself
A good night rest!
(March 18,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All must travel from loneliness to solitude...............all must cross the path..........there is no other way..........Good Write.............10+++........