He sleeps
Never wakes up
His closed eyes are carved.
He dreams
Never wakes up
His eyes
His blanket
Wet.
His smile only remembers to frown
In his shivering sweat he drowns.
His blanket chains him
His feet shackled
His body paralysed
He cannot know
But cannot not feel.
From his sleep
He cannot wake
He doesn’t know how
He doesn’t know why.
hi there nice poetry....too deep tried but failed to decipher it...think i need to do a coffee but the lines and flow is superb cheers...will do more of your poems later tc
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I would like to translate this poem
From his sleep He cannot wake He doesn’t know how He doesn’t know why. Excellent mam, so heart touching words, I like these......