I went to sleep humming the oddest of tunes
Quite late yet. too soon.
At last I sleep.
i'll Call it
Fate
The dream.....I had....
I thought i'D break and shatter like glass
I thought I'd die and die slow not fast.
At last I sleep..
I called it
rape.
At last I sleep..
Soon it Was morning
The day moved on/.
I thought I exscaped.
yet soon it was gone.
At last I sleep..
Again it was late.
But this Time I Woke.
I new it was over.
No longer I slept
No longer a dream.
Or so It would seem.
At last I was done.
Too bad I'd die young.
At last I sleep.
But it was too late.
The eyes seemed so sad
But to me it was great.
Because I am the artist.
And this the exscape.
At last I sleep.
To me its just fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem