Sleepless.
In the middle of the night I am awake
until the night fades into another day,
another sunrise.
I sit here dazed,
sad,
until the sadness blends with pride
and hope.
Proud that you have come through and exceeded expectations.
Hope, that everything is for the best.
And yet,
a telltale tear rolls down one cheek
as the cold creeps in
and I shiver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem