Late at night,
A blinding light,
Seeks in through my open window.
Much too bright,
This blinding light,
So I shut my eyes and rest.
I stare and stare,
The room lays bare,
All except for that blinding light.
I’ll fight the war,
But forever more,
Will live with that blinding light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love your style and understand the pain. Keep writing.