Dreams wake me up in the night,
That see me with a deadly sight,
An illusion creating chaos,
Perhaps a monster or a beast beneath,
Ready for that very gulp,
My eyes wide open but the lids still shut,
My little piece of mind not ready to witness,
I hear an unknown familiar voice,
'Vijay wake up its eight in the morning'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem well articulated and penned with insight. When I was much younger, I used to be afraid to get back to sleep after nightmares. A good piece of poetry, thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.