To loathe the waking moment,
The bitter lash of second-hand's sweep
And long for slumber's sweet respite.
Yet driven on through sleepless night
By haunted dream and cruelest thought
That shall so swiftly follow it.
(07 September 2011)
Really like it. Really good poem. Good write. May i invite you to read my poem called, Death room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outburst of your heart and mind condensed in a powerful short write! Bravo! This well penned short write has opened the door to the Poetry World! You are welcome, my friend! Your poetic talent is very obvious in this thought provoking write! Keep it up! This is just the beginning for you, now follow the rest! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...