Lying on my back, gazing up the ceiling,
While waiting for sleep to devour me-
My visitor made his appearance.
The hooded figure was undeniably death,
I knew, as a chill ran down my spine.
The deadly eyes gaped at me
Darkness embraced my fright!
An abrupt gust of gale hissed in,
Humoring the rhythm of my heart.
Sleep won the battle against my eyes;
It was to sunshine, I later opened them
Then he was gone; and I realized what it was,
A reminder; a glimpse into the reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem