Whispers in the dark keep me up through the night
a hopeless gaze to my lover, nowhere in sight.
A winless battle to rest my thought,
with soft pillows and silk sheets I fought.
Never the less, awake I lay
waiting on a dream to take me away.
Shut eyes, counting sheep, but never dozing off to sleep.
I give in.
Stop the fight.
With dragging feet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem