As I lay here awake the clock strikes 3
Lost and upset, without any glee.
Memories and days that you have forgot
In my dreams and every little thought.
After a while the time is four
Outside my window it will rain and pour.
You've moved on but here I lay
remembering the past day after day.
As tears run down while I weep,
maybe tomorrow I can get some sleep.
Very vivid, a lot of pain and sleepless night.
Wow... I love it! I can clearly imagine the scne of this poem. So lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Erica, I have read two of your poems and I feel that you have written both for me and my life. I have had similar experience.