They visit me at night when I have switched my mind to pause
And circle round my inner thoughts, seeking some applause
The words I just can't wash away, whenever I'm asleep
For when I wake, they bother me, as if I'm counting sheep
They form unusual sentences, and will not let me rest
Until they're down on paper and Iv'e got them off my chest
A burden of an alphabet, that only I can trust
Signalling a brand new rhyme, poetically unjust
So for the moment, juggling all these letters into words
After such a heavy sleep, is really quite absurd
Although I can't control it, they still infect my night
Vowels and consonants abound, all looking for a fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And when it comes on paper and to the PH, Makes us a poetic visitor to read and comment as such.Loved commenting on the poem.Lovely.