Such An End Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

you are not only suffering
from insomnia a lot of people
are complaining

you look in the dark night
and you can see only a piece
of the moon

rest behind the cloud
and you are listening and you are watching
like is dancing the wind and leaves

around the lamp post
Autumn fun
in the fresh air.

you are waiting for the winter
but you aren't sure
whether it will come to you

you used up everything
what could be
a bargaining card

now, only was left
your life
for nobody unnecessary

wait calmly
you have now more close
rather than farther...