Sleep, my faithful companion
deserted me for all too many hours.
Failing to provide comfort,
nor for a dry soul any subtle showers.
With ideas occupying my mind
that could not eradicate
this dismal feeling of loneliness,
now accompanied by a headache.
To not achieve success
is depressing on its own.
To be misunderstood
causes even a bigger moan.
Oh, this godforsaken headache
pervades my troubled mind
as even if I close my eyes
my pillow cannot dreamland find.
As I again attempt to sleep
there's a banging on the door.
Then I realise maybe it was the wind
or maybe an omen and no more.
Congrats, you've just read my poem.
You're a star of late roam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem