Here I lie awake at night,
Cursing myself with all my might,
For love is pain often sought,
In which a hard lessons taught.
I hope and pray for luck at last,
Trying to escape my painful past,
For here I am, heart ensnared,
With my soul mostly bared.
So here I silently lay,
Until the coming of the day,
Trying to figure out my bothersome life,
And how to avoid further strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The thoughts that keep our minds spinning before sleep! Nice write!