This is the end of another day
Night has come, it's time to pray
The bed is cold, the room is still
I try to sleep, i hope i will
I take a deep breath and lay in bed
And think about everything, everything in my head
Everything that has happened before that day
Everything that might happen after the day
i think and think about everyone
i think and think till 'm struck by the sun
my body relaxing
my head exploding
and i'm still thinking
the sun has risen, a new day has come
and i'm still thinkning, my brain feels numb
my pillow feels wet
my body is shaking
i haven't got up yet
my eyes are open but i'm not waking
i'm looking but not seeing
hearing but not listening
touching but not feeling
and i'm still thinking
chains of thoughts tying my soul
random thoughts that have no goal
thoughts that come, thoughts that go
thoughts of everything that i know
the day has come i have to leave
i don't have time to sit and greive
i get up and go and 'play'
until the end of another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem followed very well, restless minds seem to takeover when we are trying to rest. May peace and joy once again fill your heart as well as your mind. Scott