weakness to conquer the devil made it hard to sleep,
so my dreams are not reaching to me.
The nightmares of reality plays in my mind like a nursery rhyme
it even has a beat to it which brings wounds to my heart.
When i try searching for myself i find demons.
If I'm able to sleep for the night i only wake up with sorrows.
i wish i could forgive myself but I'm not even asking.
.....good night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem