The sleepless nights,
The constant fights,
Sleep eludes me,
But people don't see,
The thoughts constantly running through my head,
That refuse to relent as I'm lay in bed,
I close my eyes and try to sleep,
All the things I've buried deep,
Get free from their cage,
And run around in a rage,
People say I sleep a lot,
But don't see the demons that I've got,
All this never leaving me be,
All the pain that's made me, me,
Is rising its ugly head,
I put them back one by one,
Until at least for that night its done,
Everything's buried back down deep,
And i fall into a long and fitful sleep.
I'm actually short of words to praise your talent. This kind of poet and poem comes only once in a while. I have read TRUE poetry by any contemporary english poet for quite sometime. This is true poetry... You are a poet to the core.20++++,100%, everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Lizzie.. beautifull one. really liked it