fever buring all the night,
the never ending tunnel light,
bead of sweat around my neck,
wrapped in arms safe in bed,
safe in bed is not the truth,
sickness jumps from me to you,
wishing that I were to wake,
but the night consumes the long lost day,
the sun absorbed in the peak of night,
through the never ending tunnel light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a really great flowing poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Children of the night.