It is sad being in bed
unable to sleep
feeling muscles and back ache.
Take some solace
the moon sits on horizon
sinking leaving all dark
except
a few stars.
Only window open above bed
cold window easing aches,
but later once it seeps in
any movement hurts.
A dog other side of ridge
barks gets no reply
most inside or asleep
none left wanting to talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem