I can’t rest, I can’t breathe easily
I can’t sleep, I can’t dream clearly.
Anxieties, pains beat me so easily
I’ve pleaded, they spoke unkindly.
Faces turn; they walk inattentively.
I can’t write a word properly,
I grasp not my thoughts clearly
Hatred, animosity breed in silently.
I love, hope but falls short easily.
& Wounds can’t erase so quickly.
I grasp not why I’m treated differently
Alien I’m named, & curse persistently.
dream never pleased, deny consistently
I’m given pain, & fear to chew, silently
The beast has no heart; it inflates daily.
John nelson 7/26/2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then one must get rid of the beast and take back youe sleep allowing one to think clearly and enjoy what life has to offer. Very good poem John--Melvina--