something is lost.
something is not finished.
yet the time is overtaking.
sound from the past is calling
i can hear it all the time
even at this time
its calling..
i need to found.
really need to count.
day i not slept
in life..
night is not so hard
life is..
enflux and fixity am finding.
baby when you don't talk to me
when you are not in my sight.
i couldn't sleep that night.
i couldn't sleep alone
am afraid to loose
safe house is there but no sound to feel
i couldn't sleep
when its light around
and night in ma COFFIN
i cant
its morning tonight
power is falling
and i cant be again myself
i need some light
i need some you
when i count and clock says its 9
i want to sleep
out of carapace but i didn't
because am dreaming you.
with my eyes open and verboten by ma own
milestones take me down
still i count
days i not slept in ma life
days i left in town
so many days i count
am just waiting you here
and counting 1 to nine
every time its paining me
and i stop here
as Kay saw you one more time
for the dream i saw
when i last slept in night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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