Before the dusk consumed the dark and gloomy day
My soul had readied terrors for the night which lay
Ahead, and promised tortuous hours of sleeplessness
No rest would come; no peace, no happiness.
The best of me was sleeping sound at heaven's gate
Where years, perhaps, she planned to rest and wait
Until a brighter morn I should leave this realm of fears
And wash her golden hair with then my sweetest tears.
Bright morn—a new day born—the sun appears anew
Suggests a new attempt to find the peace I sought through
Copious tears and deep despair, oh pity me, I say
New start, new dreams, new hope, new plans today.
Why despair o'er things I cannot alter in this life
Best live in the sunshine and melt away the strife.
Sleeplessness! ! Stress! ! ! Depression. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A truly superb sonnet. Beautifully written and well composed...10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a poignant bit of verse nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm.