sleepless.
Sleep will not come,
dreams trickle slowly into obscurity,
sleeping, soundly.
The mind is full of yesterdays
and stolen moments, slipping,
Taken, by crowded thoughts,
banished into the ether
followed by insane desires,
to run away and hide, quickly,
Perhaps, forever.
Jade Ni.2008.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem