Sleep...
It's what I don't really get...
It brings back memories,
The good and the bad.
It fills the room while we lay there.
Some see fairies and rainbows,
All happy thoughts.
Others see their mommy or daddy,
Which may not be bad at all...
But me?
I see shadows and demons and family that's gone,
All pain... No mercy, it hurts my heart.
Sleep?
It's something I don't really want...
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I would like to translate this poem
Give a love note a day until you receive one a day You have an amazing ability to put you heart on paper! Keep writing, it can be cathartic! You got TALENT! ! ! ! !