It is time to rest;
Be energized for the day ahead.
I finish the last sentence
To get ready to go to bed.
My eyes are a sack of potatoes
Carried on the poor man's back.
My soul
Exits my body
Between breaths,
Energy is what I lack.
I am restless.
Tossing and turning.
Thoughts jumping
In and out - consuming my mind.
I must close my eyes,
Dream of my wants
And leave my worries behind.
What if I
Found someone who cared?
What if I
Were to suddenly die?
No,
He won't reach for my hand.
I doubt he will even utter a goodbye.
I awaken to find
That it is the morning once more.
I must have finally tired
Of lying, the kind that cuts to the core.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem