In loving arms, am I to sleep
Or am I doomed to cry?
Will your hand lift me up
Or crush me down to die?
Many sleepless nights I've spent
Struggling just to think.
Lend my thoughts to you?
My eyes, they never blink.
Many days, in thought, I've stayed
Deep in contemplation.
For your disease, is there a cure?
Is there inoculation?
So awake, so aware.
Thrice blind, but now I see
That this is just a game to you;
A game you play with me.
It's over now, for now they end;
The battles of our war.
The end is now, and so repent
Forever and for more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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