Insomnia they call it
Through the late hour
Where sleep evades the mind
And in the dark thoughts gather
Playing on recent days
Events and conversations
Each love known and lost returns
To play a heavy note on the heart
Curse this sleepless song
Curse these late hours
Curse those sleeping well in their beds
All I can do is talk to myself
And write each spoken line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Matthew, such a well written poem......10++++++++++++++++
With tired eyes I read and became pleased by your comment many thanks for taking the time to write me