Insomnia Is Like; never alone
and in the day,
time being at ease,
and the attention some crave,
and they get,
and I'm only as always put off,
and now when I'm ready to leave.
Then when it calls me back,
and we can't but remember,
what both are to me,
and like relatives that come
and never leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and like relatives that come and never leave. Well put. :)