It was as dark as night
I had woken up at midnight
It was strange night
Chirp chirp chirp, the birds are chirping at night
What if it wasn't night? I thought
No what if it was morning and I couldn't tell
I slept again thinking I would just wake up in the morning
I woke up but it was still pitch black. I was blind
What will I do?
I had always wanted to be an artist
I had always wanted to drive a car
What am I going to do, my future is screwed up
I dream about being able to see my mother who died when I was born
Then I wake up feeling as bad as I have ever been
What will I do?
Now I'm just sitting here telling someone whom I can't see what to write
what a grate poem, , looking forward to read more of your poems! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Use less connectives in your poem. There is too much connectives, and that makes the poem feel 'Uncomfortable'