I struggle to sleep when the night is dark,
My mind races with thoughts, leaving its mark.
Tossing and turning, trying to find peace,
But the worries and stress just won't cease.
I count the sheep as they jump the fence,
Hoping to find some sense of calm and silence.
But the hours tick by, and still I'm awake,
Feeling exhausted, my body starts to ache.
I try deep breathing, and focus on my breath,
But the anxiety creeps in, bringing fear and death.
I long for the moment when sleep will come,
And I can finally rest, feeling calm and numb.
But until then, I'll keep fighting the fight,
Knowing that eventually, I'll see the light.
For even in the darkness, there is a way,
To find peace and comfort at the end of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem