I'm so very tired and
The sounds of sleep I cannot stand.
For all throughout the Holy night
He'd rather curse, and drink, and fight;
But one day I will find the strength
To run from him a decent length.
Until that time I'll weep and pray
That I will get to sleep someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. Really short, but had a good meaning...=P