In the lonely hours of the darkest night,
Burdened with thoughts and worries,
The distant past comes back to light:
And I need to sleep, and time's in hurry;
But when thoughts in mind they creep,
I cannot repose and fall asleep.
I haunt the house madly like a ghost,
From midnight till the morning dawn;
Counting the hours that I've lost:
Another sleepless night is gone...
Wish I could smile with the sunrise,
But, now I am too sleepy: I can't rise!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent last line. Thanks for writing.