I close my eyes and try to sleep,
But I don’t know why my eyes want to weep.
With burden of pain in my heart,
Someone explain me how to sleep.
I lie on my bed and turn the light off
Only sound of the wall clock.
It was nine, now eleven.
Stars blinking,
I cannot stop thinking.
I curiously cry with rolling tears,
Helplessly remembering the past,
But for the one I am crying
Is even not ready to think about me.
This battle to sleep has become my daily routine,
And how much I try, I could never win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem