Each night before i fall into the depths of sleep,
Not to God,
Not for health.
But for Dreams.
I pray that you will be given for the night.
I know you are not mine in daylight so i will sleep.
I used to hate sleeping.
Because that was when the nightmares would attack.
Flashbacks and fast forwards of my life.
But now I am blessed with you at night.
A kiss or a simple hand to hold.
Given as a gift from the gods.
I know i should stop tempting myself,
You see me as a friend
Not a lover.
But when i am unconscious I cant tell myself it isn't real.
In the morning the pain arrives again,
I overhear your conversation with her and I die inside.
Dragging my feet to make it through the day,
Waiting for my bed,
My safety zone with no prying tears or talking friends.
So i can trick myself with hope for one more day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem