The night ends with swirling emotions.
Thoughts sharp as a blade,
cutting through sleep.
Flashing lights in darkness,
not in sight but in my mind.
Once again I fall,
into this endless nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good imagery, one thing maybe to improve, your sentences are incomplete at times and words that should be plural aren't. (The night end(s)) (Thoughts sharp as (a) blade cutting through rest. - rest of what? incomplete thought) (light(s)) Other than that your work is excellent, I love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Thank you for the feedback, I'll edit it^^ I'm glad that you like it :)