Sitting here in morning's hold,
Less than day,
More than night,
I lay awake wondering
When will you let me go?
I've done nothing,
To deserve this test,
You can just keep,
Me up,
Or keep,
Me down,
Just don't leave me,
Seriously,
I need to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple us always a good recipe for a good poem; john well done