head on the pillow
reading poems on the phone
eyes are getting thin
but my fingers moving on its own
bringing you this stupid poem
if it can even be called one
it doesn't really matter
soon I'll open my eyes to the sun
I only hope that I'll be awake
enough to take control
of another scripted day
of the life I thought I own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only hope and awake before sleep. Very amazing expression shared on definitely. Wisely penned poem shared.10