Once daylight breaks I'm locked inside,
The crumbling walls of my hellish mind
No thoughts much different than before,
Inside my head I fight my war
Grasping at a lucid room,
Each corner turned...impending doom
My mind and I, we wait and wait,
For Night to wash away our fate
No sooner than sweet darkness falls,
He saves me from those crumbling walls
I beg and plead for Him to stay:
'Please save me from the light of Day.'
Night's answer always is the same:
'My dear, why do we play this game?
Not friend nor foe will I ever be!
Your comfort does not come from me.
The truth you need to understand...I'm not your never-never land.
Not good nor bad was I born to be.
Don't hide behind my mystery.
I am no different than the Day.
You must wake up, come out and play!
I hold no locks or hidden keys...
It's you who have those abilities.
As I leave you just as sunrise comes,
I watch your fright as you fight to run.'
I sit and listen, intent to hear,
One word different to take my fear
I'm not as frightened as I may seem
Just frozen in this in-between
My time stands still as I can not grasp:
'Why sweet Night must you always pass? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem